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Tag: August Postcard Poetry 2019

Mobiles

The silver threads that
tie my yard together
have turned into nets,
catching golden leaves as
they fall, turning
them into
mobiles, spinning and
dancing
in the sun.

Posted on October 1, 2019October 2, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 20191 Comment on Mobiles

Barefoot Prophet

The barefoot prophet by James Vanderzee

This card has been
with me for
years. Decades.

The prophet’s feet bare
and straight.
Born into slavery, he
lived to be free. Walking
with his tambourine,
shouting the message of
an indwelling God.

Posted on September 30, 2019September 30, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 20193 Comments on Barefoot Prophet

Summer Returned

Yesterday the cool temperatures
left, sending the
damp heat back to us.

Posted on September 29, 2019September 3, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 2019Leave a comment on Summer Returned

Breathing

Today the air was breathable,
although damp and heavy with
mold spoors.
Ragweed was low. It is
never easy to breath here in
the smog of too
many cars.

Posted on September 28, 2019September 3, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 2019Leave a comment on Breathing

The Table

Sitting across the
table, he talked about
his gout and the
doctor visit. He
fiddled with the small
battery, fitting
it into the key,
hoping to ride the motorcycle
tomorrow.

Posted on September 27, 2019September 27, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 2019Leave a comment on The Table

End of Summer

The cicadas sing the
end of summer,
the start of fall, leaves
raining down. The sun
creeping across the solarium
floor as it falls lower
in the sky.

Posted on September 26, 2019September 3, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 2019Leave a comment on End of Summer

Last Poem

Writing a last
poem.
Cool air. Golden
leaves. A cup of tea,
August almost over.

Posted on September 25, 2019September 3, 2019Categories PoetryTags August Postcard Poetry 2019Leave a comment on Last Poem

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