Category: Poetry assignments
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The moment after all goes dark
Never did the street lights seem so far apart as they did when she would run between them fast on the first set, slow on the second that perfect moment between day and night It is impossible to cling to both sides but if she selects one, she admits the other is not right. So…
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Take the chance, she says
It has been said that if any kind of change is needed one should burn an orange candle for seven nights. Explosive red wants to charge in with hot demands But your walls are orange offer thoughtful control the sun’s warmth encourages exploration balance between red’s fire and yellow’s caution Lady Luck gives us a…
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Poetry assignments
I have a minor in Creative Writing from Winthrop University. Between that and my mass communication (print journalism) degree, when I was in college, I was constantly writing. After college, I got a job as an editor/designer, and I stopped writing. For a long time. I longed to get it back, and eventually I started…
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The meaning of life, discussed over coffee at 11 a.m.
We share a pot and ponder 29. Then go to the college bar to prove we’re still young shots all around, ignore the protests, “I just can’t drink like this anymore.” I push too hard, pull myself back flirt with the boy I swear I knew before Give me a pen and I will check…
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Holding your hand, all the way to the dragon’s gate
We are having a very frank discussion about whether one’s nipples have to be a certain size in order to be pierced. Yours are the smallest I’ve seen but I pinch one and tell you I bet they could do it We laugh during these last moments where all senses are heightened everything is brighter…
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No burden in this load
Too busy dreaming and a path is formed while I crash in this clown wagon going too fast to read stops Age is not just a number Dream of running toward a cliff and stopping just after it’s too late Jerk to wake myself up Take my hand, honey Sneak into my cabin car How’s…
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We go dancing instead
It’s my first time on the train in the small city with the big dreams making connections and moving quick two-dollar fare but no way off track We sit in silence and I hold her hand and feel her future has slipped aside away in the night without a sound The plans for tomorrow are…
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Nose rings at age 30
There is no happy hour In this Bible Belt city so we drink to Long Island enjoy being jobless and drunk at 4 in the afternoon. My gay boyfriend who’s not really gay is confused about life So he meets us on the grungy side of town with half-million dollar homes and a tattoo parlor…
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The serenade
The jazz reverie plays two blocks over and the lovers speak without saying a word in the open windows of the apartment above the city in the south They know the night is young but the look in their eyes is long “You can tell so much with one kiss” and trust passes between them…