Author: Christina M. Ward
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Excavating a Poem
a free verse poem celebrating the process Excavating a Poem Some, a breath exhaled slowly into life-giving words. Some, an excavation with bristles firm, then soft and careful. Some, roots gnarled and half-buried we trip over them and follow them to trees. Some, grains of sand to be gathered and shaped into delicate mounds washed…
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the skin i am in
a free-verse poem, “Human Prompt” The following poem entitled “the skin i am in” was written in response to Medium’s Human Parts weekend prompt and is published here: https://medium.com/@fnfwriter/the-skin-i-am-in-93fc77d6ba7b?source=friends_link&sk=6d40596a9ef6f7ebf0846cefc782ae46 the skin i am in watery wombmy cells gatherwrapped in the skini’d be born inwrinkled, noisyerupting into air concrete burningtiny feet runningjune bugs dartingin the air…
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Late Night Storm in July
a free verse poem It feels like a deep rumble in the belly of the earth.Roaring through the skies like it came right out of the ground, a fat belch set free to shake the darknessin the skies. The churning light, pulsing within itsthundercloud womb, burning to strike trees from root — the shift and boil and release. That rumbling…
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Tea and Memories
a free verse poem Hot tea, infused with sugarwhite, granular, swallowed-up.Powdered creamer swirls, slips inside, a marriageof “Good Morning” and “Wake up”to me, sleepy on the couch. Pungent warmth to tongue, to throat,to the insides…a dissipationto soothe the memoriesaway. Some days they come. A survivor, me? The multi-syllabic mess of me? You have so much to offer, she said, with a genuine smile.She was…
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Abysmal You
Free Verse poetry I dream of things unspoken.You shake me to the surfacesleepy-eyed, confused. You might still be real. There might still be one momentthat is mine. My nakedness aches.I don’t wantthe graythe shadowthe memory to absorb you. Eyes wide and blind, I am a child,abandoned, untethered. Original publishing: Abysmal You My name is Christina.…
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Circles and Stones
a free verse poem You cast stoneslift your curses high,chanting carried away,to hide and wait for you…its return three-fold?I think no goddess hears you.It is a barren place,your circle. It is my pleasure,to wipe your sweet nectar fromproboscis and pen,parts of your souldigging into mine. (I use it!)I abuse it, this loving that I must…
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Experience “Gaerver Pond” an original, Free Verse Poem
poem by Christina Ward Gaerver Pond Evening descends, darkness crawling intothe spaces of my yard,Leaves spin then settle into shadow.Fall brings herself in quietly this year. Gaerver Pond is still,save the concentric circledisruptions of insect and air. Beneath a green veilmayfly nymphs squirm and crawl.They will be devoured, in time. I await the same fate.…
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A Pier No More
an original poem by Christina Ward We were an old pier, standing in the sea,pilings caked with barnacles, ravaged by the currents,our foundation weak. We waited for the tides to displace us,unplug us from our feeble grip on shifting sands…for the sea to bring us to our knees. The sandy currents burn with salt lifenibbling our shins…
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Tilda’s Promise by Jean P. Moore
a book review Recently I read the novel Tilda’s Promise, by novelist and poet Jean P. Moore for our book club selection. Jean joined us to discuss her novel and I wrote about that here. Review of Tilda’s Promise Tilda Carr is afraid to go to sleep. Terrible things can happen in your sleep, like what…
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Learn to Write Better Poetry
a lesson If there’s anything I’ve learned about writing poetry, it’s that you’re never done learning how to do it. Anytime I find a new angle, a new inspiration, or technique, it feels like my first day as a poet all over again. I pick up my imaginary feather quill, dip it in my imaginary…
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