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Remember This: Orange Cinder
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Wednesday, August 5, 2015. In July the flower stand squats empty. Crates gray like the pavement. Cinderblocks sigh heavily with. Wooden slats loitering about-. Paint splits off the faded sign. Jeannie's Lawn and Garden Center. Even the grass pants heavily-. Gone for the season. I see a future of orange-. Polly McCann, A G...
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Remember This: First Kiss
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Saturday, July 11, 2015. The first kiss is always. One of the best. You're surrounded. By fireflies, and honeysuckle vines. Nothing could be more romantic. But honey, maybe you should. Open your eyes and wonder. Why you are standing in the dark. It's cold and you weren't. Offered a jacket. You're a tiny. ADD A ttention D ...
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Remember This: January 2015
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Tuesday, January 13, 2015. When you break my heart. It sounds like someone. The sound of a thousand. But what you don't know. Is that Spring is coming. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. Dear Humpty Dumpty,. I hear the new style is all in. Red velvet cushions for hats. This year. As you are my. Best egg customer, I've taken.
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Remember This: Frankly Tuesday
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Thursday, July 9, 2015. It was a Tuesday. The last words. In the diary of Anne Frank read,. But I keep trying to become. What I would like to be, and what I could be. If if only there are no other people. I wonder why, Anne. Why keep a diary? Why write at all-. Why keep arranging words like. Stones too heavy for one hand?
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Remember This: December 2014
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Sunday, December 28, 2014. I figured I'm a bird because I have feathers. I thought I was a bird, I mean, I have a beak. I thought I could fly because I hovered. In a sky colored robin's egg blue. My wings never even got tired. Life was easy until. . . crack. When I saw my world lay broken, and. I just dreamt I was a bird.
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Remember This: February 2015
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Friday, February 27, 2015. Guest Blogger- "All the King's Men". Meet my guest blogger. My art student, high school junior, Brooke Bowlin, wrote the following poem after Dorothy Parker's Star Light, Star Bright (1883-1967). All the King's Men". We fall and we break,. Skin scarred with our cracks. No man can heal another,.
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Remember This: Dark Room
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Saturday, July 11, 2015. There's something I need to do. It's a negative. Something I've held onto. For a long time. I've kept it. Treasured it. I think I know what it's a picture of,. It's hard to tell. I know it's time to do this. I've been putting it off. If I don't. Do it now, this negative will haunt me. The tray tel...
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Remember This: 'Set a Course'
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Tuesday, July 7, 2015. I know it's a bad night when Star Trek is on. I like the sound of the doors opening. And closing. The swish of effortlessness. I like the hum of the engines. And the bubbling sound of pretend computers. Computing the impossible trajectories. I even like the sound of red alert-. Be reminded that there.
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Remember This: Fickle
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Thursday, July 30, 2015. You had a headache. I stroked your head. Is going to be alright. You said that for. A moment you felt. Like I really did care-. That's when I knew. Months, how many. Hours of hand written. Notes, poems penned on. Red autumn leaves,. With string, nosegay. Yes little flowers,. 10 moves, five cars,.
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Remember This: March 2015
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Poetry blog Polly Alice-. Poems, paintings, new art and photography-. A diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post. My unedited poetry - -you can see it in the raw. Sunday, March 29, 2015. Ode to the Dead End. Your the place I like to be. I love your yellow warning. That says nothing can come in. I love your little white houses. With porches full of birdbaths. Made from poured cement-. The girl who pours water. From a wineskin, the Cherubim. Baby with fat cheeks, stone. Is, not to be...