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Month: December 2009

“December 25, 1969”

. This poem was written in response to prompt #105 on ReadWritePoem: use any or all of some supplied prompt words. The prompt word used below is moved. . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,DECEMBER 25, 1969 . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,That evening my sisters were still playing out ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,their storybook — go nestle, stay snug in your beds — ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but in nightgown and slippers I crouched at the top ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,of the stairs, listening to my parents below, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,wishing I could taste my father’s Thunderbird wine ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and wear sheer stockings like my mother. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I imagined that they talked about more than ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,sugarplums, told tales… Read more “December 25, 1969”

“Coming”

. This poem was written in response to prompt #104 on ReadWritePoem: write a non-trite poem about sex. My writer’s statement about this poem appears as the first comment. I have my husband’s consent to publish this poem. . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,COMING ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,There in the pines a lady cardinal — will she come ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to our feeder in the new snow? will he come, . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,her mate spread wide above her, red as the rake ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,my husband still keeps at our door (leaves come . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shivering down here even in late November). ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I half wonder, how much longer can we come .… Read more “Coming”