Tag: prose
member name: Linda Douglas
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January 06, 2007 10:36 PM EST --
What happened to the youthful days
when bedtime meant falling onto the sheets
in the wee hours of the morning,
mascara streaks across the pillowcase,
too tired to wash face
after dancing and . . .
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July 08, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
Interdependence
Purple kayak on blue water
dragonflies dance in the wake.
Paddle strokes to right then left,
ducks move parallel to shore.
Brief flurry, then swoosh of wings
as blue . . .
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September 17, 2006 07:16 AM EDT --
Sun Salutation
I lay in wait for the chirps of the
first morning birds,
a sense of anticipation and hope
in the dawn of a new day
draws me out of bed to the
fog of an early Fall morning. . . .
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July 08, 2006 08:05 AM EDT --
Curves
We may think life is a line but
Life is a juxtaposition of curves.
Straight lines limit our thinking.
We can't see other paths when
We only look straight ahead.
Curves are sensual. . . .
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September 22, 2006 07:01 AM EDT --
Back to Work
Now I lay me down to sleep
a bag of chamomile left to seep.
Two days abed with cold and ache
tomorrow the alarm will awake.
Back to work I shall go
even if the nose need blow. . . .
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September 10, 2006 02:18 PM EDT --
Mother Nature picked up her
paint brush this past week.
Stepping back to get a better view of the canvass,
she dabbed the tip of the brush in a little carmine
and started to make small delicate . . .
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September 23, 2006 12:38 PM EDT --
The rain and fog
barely mute the colors of the season
surrounding lake and stream.
Jewels of carmine and gold
leap out like brilliant faeries
amidst the trees of my home.
My mountain, . . .
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May 13, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
The Poet Takes a Break
Don't expect any great words of longing out of me today
or prose that sings of the wonders of the world and its bounty.
My muse is shrouded in the mist like . . .
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July 16, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
Forest Drums
The dark brown soil beneath my feet
smells of the leaves of a hundred years.
I move slowing over rocks and through
the trees that tower above me as the
heavy dampness . . .
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March 05, 2006 11:20 AM EST --
She stays because he says she can't live without him
and he has made it so it is true,
She stays because he has told her he will . . .
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March 05, 2006 11:07 AM EST --
On my back
in the tall grass
gazing at the
deep blue sky
the earth spinning
beneath
as the clouds float
gently by.
I rise and twirl
my arms out in
sublime abandon.
The warm sun
on my face
. . .
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April 24, 2006 08:15 PM EDT --
A watercolor rain painted my world today.
Emerald grass, white Bradford pear trees,.
Yellow daffodils and forsythia.
Red tulips and purple hyacinth.
The colors of spring fill the canvas of my life. . . .
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January 20, 2007 09:01 PM EST --
I can’t seem to put two words together
as the writer’s block stands in the doorway
haunting every moment and chuckling
as I stare at an empty computer screen.
I try to stay two steps . . .
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March 30, 2006 08:10 AM EST --
A Middle Aged Women Looks At the Headlines
Sometimes I just want to scream.
Three days before I turn fifty
I wake to find a headline about
actresses entitled "50-ish and Hot".
Please . . .
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February 28, 2006 10:00 PM EST --
There is a hole in the door,
the signature of an angry boy
who can no longer hold the pain
of a childhood of shame
cut short by poverty,
a bitter mother,
an alcoholic father.
There is a . . .
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March 26, 2006 08:19 PM EST --
I'm dreaming of berries, lots of berries.
Bright red strawberries with white freckles,
my back sore from the picking.
Blueberries saved from greedy birds and
gently folded into pancakes and muffins. . . .
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February 27, 2006 09:03 PM EST --
My boys are going to drive me crazy
while keeping me sane.
My boys are like brothers,
one older with gray,
the other younger, more playful.
They play hide and seek
from bedroom to couch to office . . .
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February 27, 2006 09:04 PM EST --
A present on its way
It is 6:30 a.m. on SATURDAY morning.
Please notify the front desk that there will be a large brown box arriving via UPS before Thanksgiving.
It will . . .
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March 18, 2006 07:51 AM EST --
A herd of elephants ran through
my apartment at approximately 5:38
this Saturday morning.
I reminded myself that
I hadn't had a drink in years
and pulled the covers back over my head. . . .
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