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Showing posts from January, 2011


in that corner of time 
after everything left
dangling unsaid 
had been said
but before 
the absolute end of it all

in that small punctuation
of light before dusk
that glistening
surrendering eye of silent truce
this is where
i have chosen to remember you

Rene ~ January 2011

hey bobby frost

hey you i'm calling you but you're busy with the stars
you say you would not come in you're a little afraid of the dark
are you not aquainted with the land without light
Orion says get to it  boy you got to make it right
what about that door of yours the one without a lock
what about that path you took the one without a mark
you've got miles and miles to go dear miles and miles
so don't fear let the cat play the fiddle for the secret in the middle
hey, you Bobby Frost listen to my song it won't be long now
before the sun breaks  the wood wakes  and shakes the dark to dawn

hitting home

"room with a view" - Rene 2009

eyes closed bathed in luxurious
silence the refrigerator hums a lullaby as the kitchen clock keeps time  the floorboards
and i settle in for
the night these are
the heart sounds of my sanctuary
i lean back breathe in  exhale unwind
Rene ~ January 2011

dark green eldorado

Dark Green Eldorado brings me back 1978 you'd pick me up after workin' late and we'd drive to the lake and park

Dark Green Eldorado talkin' 'bout our plans and dreams making out like movie scenes in the belly of a great green whale.
Dark Green Eldorado a tank of gas would get you to the corner store dig for change in the seats and floor that's all you'd need to fill 'er up.
Dark Green Eldorado bench seats for sitting shoulder to shoulder long before dvd's and cupholders ashtrays with lighters kept the kids entertained
Dark Green Eldorado miles of pearl white leather interior made me feel

snow angels

frozen in time the top of your world a frosted cake now close your eyes make a wish one two three was it all that you hoped it would be? did you get to skate, my ladies three?
Rene ~ January 2011
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before i lived in the sky

before i lived in the sky
all my yearnings i did cease
it shaped my wings for goodbye

needed not much to get by
i built a house in the trees
before i lived in the sky

viewed life with a seeing eye
and was humbled to my knees it shaped my wings for goodbye

changed a breath into a sigh
threw my haltings to the breeze
before i lived in the sky

at dawn's last break i did cry
tears of freedom and release
it shaped my wings for goodbye

wings were meant for us to fly
and with this i must make peace
before i lived in the sky
it shaped my wings for goodbye

Rene ~ January 2011

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randy the ram

what it once was 
always is
for me, for you
i bring the circus
reinvent the shine
it's just light
reflecting off of the hook
round and round
rammed. jammed.
i always find a way
off that line
someday, yeah
it'll all be enough
but not yet
cuz what you see now?
is all you and I know

Rene ~ January 2011

joy search

i want to be the sight
for your sore eyes
i want to be the ahh
at the end of your sighs
i want to be the sweet
in your sorrow
the today in your

Actually, right now instead of writing, I want to be out in the garden poking around and planting stuff. The sun beating down on my neck. Hands in that dark, musky earth. Ahh that would be heaven. But I'm in New Hampshire, under roughly a foot of snow, in January, and I'm really not much of a gardener at all. In fact, I'm dismal... just ask my neighbors.
My lawn is my friendship barometer. If it's looking good I'll get the occasional wave from the driveway and a maybe a "Hello" or three. If it's starting to look shabby, the shunning starts and then I know it's time to mend hedges.
I have to get better about keeping things "curb appealing" around here. I need to get the joy.
My friend Lynn, she's got the joy. Her garden looks like Eden, and a more joyful person I have never met. Well, there …

two ply goodbye

your love is a post-it a sharpie tattoo a cracked rearview mirror object in view
tho i was blindfolded i saw through your act the paper was nicer than what i unwrapped
you're a bad love song written on truckstop t.p. quilted and scented to softly kill me
you're a flypaper poet stuck on himself a slippery tail chaser in search of yourself
kindly bind me, then leave me
in charmin adieu's i will think of you fondly when i go #2
but here's a confession and end to begin... one day i'll be over you under my skin
Rene ~ January 2011
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the places i go

i go there often
up the creaky staircase
up to the third floor
fingers tracing
braille left behind
here and theres embedded  on mahogany
handrails a love song unfinished
a brass talisman 
the throat of time
unlocking lemon yellow hellos and  see you laters
kitchen arias curlicue up from stock pots charmed by memories  made 
and held by love stuck   fast in time i was never any good at saying goodbye

Rene ~ January 2011

Every once an a while I'll read something that just stitches it's way into my DNA...
Here is a link to the poem  "my mother's kitchen" written by Marian of "runaway sentence".
Her poetry served as inspiration for this piece. Thanks, Marian :)

woven goods

who weft through
the warp of your life
for creating the tapestry

Rene ~ January 2011

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the edge of winter dark hands clutch soft white linen new life stirs within
Rene ~ January 2011

One Stop Poetry Monday Form Forum…Haiku!