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Poet Tree: The Prompt for Poetry
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Friday, December 12, 2014. The Prompt for Poetry. As the wet desert drips with December pinks,. The metaphors that lurk in its fields. Wait also inside the words that describe,. As inaccessible part of the real. It seems like a dare, to know I am more. Than a chaser of painterly fancies. Fantasized from explainable facades. Conveniently alien and dumb. How frightened I am they're on the inside,. That I'm older, far wiser than the role. I play, as purveyor of broken clouds,. Genera: in the tradition.
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Poet Tree: Hot Day
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Sunday, March 15, 2015. Wind blew the limp, illiterate hair. But we are as cool as Abraham. Brains aint everything when you can do the dew. March 16, 2015 at 3:21 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it. My Other Hiding Places. The Master Reader: A book of poems. Urban Shocker: A rock'n'roll novel. Poetry: How to read, write and enjoy. A Sky for Husserl. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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Poet Tree: Another Hospital Visit
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Friday, December 5, 2014. How happy can I be. If those sad eyes. Her world seems so like mine. I can barely tell she's thrown. Her life away,. And I can feel we're victims both. Of a cold, unlistening void. That offers no compassion for mistakes,. Just the same nightmare over and over,. The one about the bear under the bed. That never did go away. Genera: love and family. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it.
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Poet Tree: Desolation at the Santa Ana Station
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Desolation at the Santa Ana Station. The helper bees and their quiet talk. Of balustrades and train delays. Just makes the distance more acute. The wring of rubbing hands. No solace for the man who lost his time. And pride, for though he's always wrong. He still can see a woman deeply. So still she feels compassion for him. Even a gentle breeze would jar the quantum field. Like a library where the homelessness can sleep. And then it's Spanish warm. And intergalactic with mystery.
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Poet Tree: Dreams in Dialogue
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015. How in the high plains your figure. Green meadow and bare plateau,. The brush in bloom, Cinderella Rock. And with obedient memory, black oak. Springs to the hill, poplars grow down river,. The shepherd moves slowly up the slope;. A balcony shines in town: my own,. The teacher. See? Toward Aragon, distant,. The Moncayo range, pink and white . Watch the fire of that scarlet cloud,. And the star in the blue, wife. Beyond the Duero, Santana Hill. Why, tell me, does my heart flee.
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Poet Tree: Delmore
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015. The ghosts were so kind. To let me create them. As if I, not they, were real. Dim shapes at altar lights. Not things to be seen in themselves. 8212;Too much pain in between,. That gift of a further ghost. Who claims it is all in my head,. Genera: in the tradition. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it. My Other Hiding Places. The Master Reader: A book of poems. Urban Shocker: A rock'n'roll novel.
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Sin objetivo: SEVILLA
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Martes, 7 de abril de 2015. Enviar por correo electrónico. 10 de abril de 2015, 12:01. Estupendo virado y una magnífica sensación de movimiento. Me gusta mucho, me parece original. 14 de abril de 2015, 23:23. Jaime le mouvement dans cette image et les couleurs originales. Suscribirse a: Enviar comentarios (Atom). Mi lista de blogs. Marché de Noël au Luxembourg (un rêve). Photographs from a white space. Biblioteca del IES Segundo de Chomón. FIEL A SU CITA, EL PYRUS CALLERYANA. ANDAR POR EL CAMINO.
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Sin objetivo: FUERA DEL TIEMPO
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Sábado, 24 de enero de 2015. Enviar por correo electrónico. 24 de enero de 2015, 13:26. Its interesting, isnt it, damaso, that this tree does seem out of time. but whose time, i have to wonder. it must be ours that it remains outside of. but it wears its own immense time in its branches, dont you think? Once, that might have frightened me but now it soothes me. It is most definitely a beautiful photograph. it seems filled with awe. is that a projection of your feelings? 24 de enero de 2015, 16:53.
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Poet Tree: Robert's Trip to Hell
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Wednesday, May 13, 2015. Robert's Trip to Hell. The Armageddon countdown has begun in Salton Sea City. With great cobalt beauty from a distance. The roads ring bravely with promise:. Yacht Club Drive, Riviera Road, Sea Elf Way. But post-apocalyptic road rage warrior hulks lie smoking. Across the saltflat ruins to the beach. Where thermometer-necked chicken locals. Have turned their collective backs on the shore. Like the millions of desiccated fish lying there. Painted into a red demon with horns. Poetry...
