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As you may have seen in previous posts here, I also enjoy drawing. I had really stepped back from it for while when my daughter was young and I was busier doing Dad stuff. She is out in the world now and I have started re-investing my time in visual art. I’m never going to…
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For myself typically the problem isn’t finding words. Words I’ve got in abundance! The problem is finding words that I can force into some form of narrative. That’s where the tricky bits are, and that’s the subject of today’s poem. So Many Words, So Little Focus I feel the words rush through my mind, In…
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A lot of ink, both physical and digital has been devoted to the evils personal tech devices of late. I’m more a proponent of balance than banishment. Make better choices. That’s what I’m striving for. What Is Light Without The Dark? The constant light, is always there, It seeps in through the seams. There’s nowhere…
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Since April is National Poetry Month, I try to do at least one spring themed entry per year. Here in Canada, winters are cold and long and spring is much anticipated. It is probably my favourite season. For Love of Spring To watch the swelling of a bud, Then watch the leaf unfold. The wonder…
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It was my lady wife who suggested the subject of today’s effort. If you enjoy it, thank her for the inspiration. If you do not, then blame me for the execution. The Caress A finger traces over skin, As perfect as the dawn. The faintest sigh, the moment passed, Too soon, too quickly gone. The…
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My friend Jen turns fifty-five today. We’ve been friends for twenty years now… but that’s nothing. I met her through my wife who has been friends with her for fifty years! All of that made today seem like a great day to celebrate that friendship. That One Friend I wish that everyone could have, A…
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It is April 1st once again and so begins National Poetry Writing Month. Last year, I finished a couple of poems away from the 30 verse target. Hopefully this year I can go all the way. Time will tell. Without further ado… today’s offering. A Most Poetic Death “Good morning”, said the typist to, The…
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Clearly, I didn’t make my goal of 30 poems in 30 days. Life happens. I still intend to deliver the last three as my writer’s block permits. Persuant to which… On Not Finishing NaPoWriMo The words all bleed and blend and blur, Like sidewalk chalk in rain. I shriek and moan inside my head, Gone…
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So the second poem yesterday didn’t happen. But here is another one. Been dreaming about oceanfront homes lately. This verse is inspired by those dreams. On The Call of the Oceanfront The crashing waves, and rustling trees, All sing me to my rest. While insects drone and bullfrogs croak, This lullaby’s the best. Sing…
