Advice comes
From the face
In the mirror
It's time for
A new one
the story of her ink circles and lines, my eyes
follow moves, ‘twas the season
tribal lines, lithe, attractive, sensual moves
making music, ‘twas the season
six of one, half the other, so he said
she did not follow, ‘twas the season
railroad set meant for play, link the tracks,
roll the train, not chew chew, ‘twas the season
shadows falling upon ten lawyers
with twenty opinions, ‘twas the season
can they count the tenement steps, not knowing
cellar coal bins, ‘twas the season
side door now fresh painted, easy to do
how didn't Steve know, ‘twas the season
one of two responses to the challenge for the Franklin Senior Center's writers group.
where does your story begin, does it matter
how many turns, ‘tis the season
here to there, there to a new here, by roads less
or more like paths, ‘tis the season
in heart land, hearts will land, or compass spinning
veer off the course, ‘tis the season
the bright autumn leaves now coated wet, white, cold
in New England, ‘tis the season
nightmare or dream, keep breathing beneath, or through
the mask you wear, ‘tis the season
when you see horizontal snow shifting to
gentle falling, ‘tis the season
‘twas or ‘tis, a matter of tense, and with tensions tight
Steve'll choose ‘tis the season
one of two responses to the challenge for the Franklin Senior Center's writers group.
#140poets posted to Twitter https://twitter.com/shersteve/status/1322932385277792259
After much correspondence, I was fortunate to spend a glorious time with her in Portland, ME before she moved to Portland, OR. She wrote about our visit in 2009 here https://www.timegoesby.net/weblog/2009/02/the-curious-dynamics-of-blog-friendship.html She will be missed.
Renew yourself
listen to the
flower and you
Will not hear
his latest lie
Walking barefoot
In the kitchen
Feeling things
Underfoot
Time to clean the floor
for my love, on our annivarsary
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Social distance
Closes places
Yet helping hands
Blossom open
for neighbors
Social distance
Closes places
Family time
Together
Virtually
Twenty three
Years a table
Family full
Til hamstrung this
Time by virus
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