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Vietnam Memorial
“Write anyway,” she whispered in my ear When I began to doubt myself. Write through the sorrow Bear witness to tragedy Tell the history about the present The future, about the past In ways no SLR can remember No heart can forget Write anyway… Write feelings, write manner [...] I dine alone at Coco’s order from the over 55 menu not only because the food is good but it’s only $5.99 for a whole meal sourdough bread with butter and blackberry jam included. All my $300 Eileen Fisher and Ellen Tracy suits have found other lives in others’ closets thanks to Goodwill and the [...]
Forty three feelings of the day arrive Or fifty-two In this place in my middle below my left ventricle behind, a little to the right, above my navel pressed up against my spine. A place where I know just know… That self pity destroys the perpetrator Complaining falls on deaf ears, and [...] It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your [...] This beautiful photograph is from Vox Poetica - an amazing website for poets and writers. Click on Vox Poetica and you will be transported directly there. Little sister dear, little sister Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy Of Ruth and Naomi Countless heroines Women of honor, of grace Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts Who [...] feelings envelop me in multiple shades of gray all tangled with pleasure and pain can’t seem to detach your thoughts your feelings from my own our souls entangled your dreams with mine entwined imperceptibly like bodies that have lain together so many nights they’ve memorized each other’s curves and edges as if by heart never [...] Leonardo da Vinci He waited… His face stuck against the seventh floor window. Waited for someone to come, to visit. The only thing he saw at that height Were birds and window washers. Where are they all?
The pillows tasted of you Aromas mingled Lilacs, lemon Pristine roses Picked from my garden at dawn In a vase a-top my flowered Bombé chest Tossing… Turning… Fitful sleep Tearful slivered chocolate eyes Like shards of Ghirardelli In a tiny plastic bag tied with gold ribbon Purchased at the factory near Pier 39. You’re absent [...] *This silly poem was written for my Niece’s 18th birthday a long time ago. She started smoking at 17 and is still smoking at 31. Her Grandmother died in her 50s after suffering with cancer for 5 years. Her Mother has already had several biopsies and turned 52 this year (and still smokes). [...] Feelings… like butterflies in spring are coming in all directions at once. An open book every nuance written on my face in my eyes. Like seventh grade when every look every boy crushed your ego, or broke your heart. Has it been… so long since [...] In a world of strangers ©2010 by Howard Paley Where we haven’t ever met I bow to your greatness Am I lucky enough to get wet For when creative thunder Hits so close to home Be it a painting, a story, or photo Even an infinitesimal poem Then genuine arms of greatness Surround with [...] |
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