Tag: poetry
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Delay of Autumn
a free verse poem of the season Delay of Autumn The Autumn wreath with plastic applesaged pine conesresides in closeted bin Temperatures dipdays shortensignaling yellows, deep reds, bursts of orangethe ushering in ofpumpkin — everythingnot this year the corn has been cuthusk-less stalks, sparse, driedscatter the field in muted gold this year the heat hangs…
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Epiphany– a free verse poem on the creative process
Epiphany I can attach my entire existenceto the golden bleed of sunthrough the whisp-staccato edges of a cloud Such moments steal my breath. I can spiral into cornersand come out of them painting with words. I can feel the energyflowing from life breathing lifeparalleling, combining, releasing. Epiphany moments, what hidesin plain sight, screaming“mental illness” at…
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On the Outskirts of the Blue Ridge
a poem about an afternoon drive through the beautiful foothills of the N.C. mountains Hilltop mobile homes parked in rows with weary cars and tufts of unruly grass. They are weathered, as am I. Collections of scrap-metal, small gardens boasting late tomatoes, plump red flashes on the vine. Corn fields in thick mounds that hug…
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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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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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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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