Captured Blossoms (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clutch of apple blossoms nestled in the drinking glass a bit of beauty on the kitchen windowsill Sharing the ...
A clutch of apple blossoms nestled in the drinking glass a bit of beauty on the kitchen windowsill Sharing the ...
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak ...
The Day undressed -- Herself -- Her Garter -- was of Gold -- Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain -- ...
It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living ...
I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane -- She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see -- As other Creatures, that have Eyes ...
A House upon the Height -- That Wagon never reached -- No Dead, were ever carried down -- No Peddler's ...
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
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