the blue hour
Working with Fragments
Sometimes I write from real life, sometimes I don’t.
This past week, a number of one-liners, incomplete phrases, and images floated into my mind and wouldn’t leave until I had found a way to turn them into poems.
Without further ado, here they are.
(1)
praying mantis
dancing on a pink cosmos
our evening dinner show
(2)
rolling thunder
in the other room
a family argument
(3)
beams of sunlight
between the cedar trees
a cobweb glistens
(4)
the blue hour
coming home to
an empty nest
(5)
a foreign postmark
the distance between
two hearts
(6)
parting
I feel a subtle change
in the wind
(7)
behind the geese
the migration begins
driving to Florida
As always, thank you for reading.
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