Over the Edge

Sometimes I want to run wild, rocket down highways on roller-blades,
dance on rainbows, eat a whole bag of chocolates, throw snow-balls
in summer … just have crazy fun …

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daisies lean over
the edge of the world
and scotch thistles blow out

I lace fir-cones
under my shoes
that I may run
with you
on sunbeams

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Varied Journeys

It’s our anniversary today. It’ll be a quiet celebration, heart-felt just the same. We’re together and that’s what counts. I wrote this poem for our fortieth and it still holds true …

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VARIED JOURNEYS

how far did we promise?                          76 May 20, 1967
from city to country town
to wild overseas adventures –
how many songs did we pledge?

did we trade rings and glasses
for a valley of marmots
before champagne and children
with a missing pair of shoes?

or was it an incense of prayers
mixed with dawn milking and skates?
do you remember the length of the vow
and how it soars on a spinnaker wind?

all I believe is the speaking
and the chorus of years that we travel

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published in Lucid

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Media Frenzy

I get tired of being bombarded with ads. No matter where one goes these days someone is trying to sell something, push it down our throats, whether it’s something we need or even want …

MEDIA FRENZY                    137..3.10.15.

sheet of adjectives
mixed by ad writers
blows over my head

buries me
in polite slogans
hoardings    placards
depicting wealth
glittering teeth

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thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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Dandelion Visions

They’re golden stars in verges, fields, lawns, along hedgerows. Gardeners pour vinegar on them to kill the roots, dig them up, use them to make wine, or toss into salads. They’re a delight to the eye in spring …

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DANDELION VISIONS

sun washed
by green seas –
feathers
flying a field                               017.4.12.14.

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dandelions
wilt into clocks
timing the wind

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a yellow chalice
swallows sunset –
closes against
the lips of dusk

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published in Time of Singing

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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The Ballad of a Fish

I learned recently that May 2nd is World Tuna Day. It’s all about trying to stop overfishing in the Pacific, which is a serious subject. But I was having a silly day, so my poem is far from solemn …

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THE BALLAD OF A FISH

an eighteen-year-old tuna                                   001
while swimming the world
bumped into a schooner
whose sails were close-furled

thus tilting a crooner
with hair tightly curled
out of orbit solar & lunar
into one sandy and pearled

while the net-munching tuna
flicked fins and twirled
then dived that much sooner
through waves as they swirled

swimming happily under the moon a
bruised but much wiser young tuna

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Art by Kennedy Banning

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thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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Tree Haiku

Trees. Give shade, nesting space, perching space … They are grand as firs, beautiful as willows, elegant as birches … Trees are as various as the weather, inspiring, changing, always new and different …

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squirrel                                    027 tall trees 027
in the fir tree
south wind

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cedar branches
dance in the wind –
our song

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ornamental grass
beneath the arbutus
summer breeze

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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Daring

I don’t like heights. And I’m not alone in this. Was Icarus scared silly before he jumped? Did he truly believe he would fly with his wax-glued feathers? I would never have done it …

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. . . the edge
of the cliff

wind catches
. . . .my shirt
. . hauls on fabric
pulls      down

. .grasses grip
. . . quick look
waves break retreat
rocks black
. . small from here

129..3.10.15.blog..a gust tugs
. . . my body

height distance
pull sight
. . . . to a whirl
. a nauseous
. . . . fear

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first published in Silent Things

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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