Words and ideas defined in 25 words or less, #42
A poem is less an equation of imaginations,
more a set
of observations plus emotions,
experience minus scars.An unsolved problem,
not a rational number.
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Short definitions in verse
Words and ideas defined in 25 words or less, #41
Writing is like crawling
into a quiet closet,
blanket coveringbefore slips of paper
(words as gifts)
slide under the door —
combining, resting, shouting, whispering.
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A haiku from isolation, 2020
When hugs were postponed
my grandson became a boy
and weeks felt like years.
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Short definitions in verse – words and ideas defined in 25 words or less, #40
Steps echoing in beats,
from walls
of a black tunnel.Sunshine
distant,
teases an end —
when fear fails beneath hope
and I rediscover my hands.
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Short definitions in verse — words and ideas defined in 25 words or less, #39
His hand over mine
steering my bike.Palm on my back
as we watch the game.Tears of pride
as I say, “I’ll marry her”.
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Short music-themed poems, in 25 words or less
Track #14
Stories in sounds
of a writer’s loves, regrets,
losses and fears…
transporting hearers
to similar times and spaces
in their past memories
and present imaginations.
🎸 This is part of a series of music-themed poems published in Music Voices. Ask me for a word to define in 25 words or less… just add a comment.
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Short definitions in verse — words and ideas defined in 25 words or less, #38
Pain and pleasure
exiting as life rafts
to the outstretched reach
of air and light,
lifted to safety
until returning
as soaking rain to drought.
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Short music-themed poems, in 25 words or less
Track #13
A performance with NO
amp failure,
nor blisters on your fingers, or
any broken strings.But
a GUARANTEE of
infectious, electrifying ROCK,
up to 11!
🎸 This is part of a series of music-themed poems published in Music Voices. Ask me for a word to define in 25 words or less… just add a comment.
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A poem from the view of a buffeting world
Faith is a glass window
welcoming light
to penetrate its film
but cupping the rain
to bead in Newton’s form,
blunting the wind,
with its partisan gusts of “let me in”.
Faith is a thing, not the Hand that shaped it,
an object fit for purpose —
opening what it must
and closing the weed-grown path;
intact through chaos, disorder,
banishing the insistent gales,
and attractive intruders.
Faith leaves evidence
of a reddened stain,
colored to refract the past,
while reflecting hope.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” …
A poem about grieving for past abilities
A walk to the post office
was never a memorable feat,
nor an expedition to count
or journal its steps.
Neither was a cruise down the supermarket aisle
a thing to recall
merely banal,
common.
Now these limbs struggle to leave
the far boundaries of four wheels
— vehicle, wheelchair, scooter.
Every trip now counted,
measured,
weighed for purpose, effect.
A stamp affixed a success,
shopping trolley navigated
a triumph
of will over exhaustion,
faith over pain.
All taken for granted
in the taking at the time—
steps climbed,
steps themselves,
kilometres between.
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