Category: Potlatch collective poem
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Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #10
Snow. But the sun was shining; then came rain Drawing the curtains would cover the pain The photo was colourful in its frame But Picasso looked on, his eyes aflame And captured love mismatched To my heavy heart The song of sorrow plays its tune As the flower laid car…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #9
Wow! Jeepers creepers! Who would have believed it? For it was hard to take in The way was not clear In the abyssal darkness mists and daemons leered She was afraid but pretended not to be. The internal thump of her heart, witnessed only by her. This is a collective…
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Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #8
Image by Maggie Drury Who writes the lines around your eyes? Yesterday was a tiring day Sleep came quickly like drowning And she dropped deep into its well, the sides too slippery to grasp She was reminded of a horror film she had seen once Bloody, unsubtle, unsettling Unsettling, unsubtle,…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #7
The lemons fell copiously, making a thud They have their own yellow language Sunflowers shine in the summer sun Bees have a field day Their life at its height for these few weeks He hoped it would never end or fade in his memory So one snap, caught forever the…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #6
Fingers blanched, frozen, tingling with anticipation I stood braced against the rail. The snow railing against me, wiping me out. Leaving me nothing to talk about Your silence offended me, taciturn as ever We live as one but might as well be on different planets We orbit something, the universe…
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Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #5
The boy had pulled his hands up into his sleeves against the cold I felt the wind he was receiving on his chin And groaned. Nothing more now. Away. The variety of pain is an anthology. Deep, insolated, dark and distant Were the feelings that haunted him As he went…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #4
The sight outside is trying to hide Away from all who could see it The engine was burning bit by bit Becoming what rhymes with it “You nit!” will fit, she sit She looked at the sky and the rainbow was visual So beautiful for all to see yet only…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #3
Internal Sunshine on a gloomy day The rain battered the window, undecided if it wanted to be snow I hoped it would crisp up and freeze over, fizzing and ripping across the ice like bullets And snowflakes are captured on her black eyelashes Emphasizing the darkness within A literal outline,…
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Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #2
It was a crispy frosty spring morning In the springtime of the year That was to be a decisive one in the life of the town I wasn’t sure of my role yet Tipping over like a giddy fawn Who is playing a Russian folk song on his pipes Tradition,…
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Potlatch Collective Poem #1
Boom, Boom, Boom, Tick, Bang, Wallop The soldiers prepare, prepare. Their thoughts wear uniforms Their memories blink in the too bright sun Where ravens and crows play with matches All is well as dusk comes Stillness after the sound of guns The memories drip, running into a stream A stream…
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