Two Plates (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
March light hitting a string of small white Christmas lights green wire, trying to blend in with the branches, ready ...
Southbound this morning a valley of pine perpendicular and far down below on my right over the bridge, beside the ...
Places of solace, of sanctuary, isolation, of refuge Places out alone alone in spaces places in nature by the still ...
Down the sidewalk on the way to pick up the littlest after school three in the afternoon in early October ...
Returning from whence it grew the scaled cap of last year's acorn becoming part of the dirt, the soil the ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
Eisenstaedt and Goebbels stark colors, black and white evil captured still life on the page, staring back at all of ...
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
Apricot and periwinkle Robin's egg and salmon. Moments of Yesterday's sunset Frozen in my mind. No Nikon or Kodak, No ...
Each poem Blurted out Jotted down A plea A squib Of time, sense, place Captured and preserved Sent out Like ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
As I reached down To unlock my canoe From the tree, I held onto a Black birch sapling's branch. There, ...
Paper wasp Collected Mounted Perched on a pin Against old barn board Through the thorax Metal spear Poised as in ...
Through you, I have found my voice. Moments captured in word and rhyme. Free form verse And stream of consciousness. ...
A meadow aglow In the quiet dusk Sitting on the porch Drawn to the field Mason jar in hand Lid ...
Photographs Forgotten, unseen Burst into view Rekindling old memories Moments of time Places smells moods shadows conjured up life through ...
Posts, shards of thoughts Captured on pads, in journals Notes in the margin, doodles for outlines Is that someone I ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
His eyes tell the story Captured in the ephemeral emulsion Of the digital image Silently, knowingly Speaking Of the things ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . . I am not an artist. And ...
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