Treasure Case (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Family memories scraps and treasures preserved on shelves behind panes of glass frozen there on the wall most without note, ...
Family memories scraps and treasures preserved on shelves behind panes of glass frozen there on the wall most without note, ...
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
She had sugar, little bits, unauthorized pieces, shards, of the gingerbread house. Our centerpiece no more. We were outside in ...
The girls at school, the coffee finished the news scanned, the day begun papers in folders, in piles, ready for ...
A certain smell distinct and acrid mold in the memories the boxes of our past saved too long in the ...
There were boxes every shape and size attic, basement, storage space still, quiet, frozen in time forgotten boxes of shards ...
The bread of life a metaphor for the living Son but think of the elements the wheat, the leavening, water ...
After the communion returning the elements to the ground gently sharing the bread, the wheat the blood, the vine to ...
Pieces, shards broken fragments of your story their stories of their lives without you so many young men so many ...
I was low on cash been studying too long. The sign in the window read "Three pieces of day-old cold ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
Law - Poetry Accounting - Photography Balance Get through the words Elements of 1st degree murder Beauty of a fall ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A thousand Joys ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
They have grafted pieces of an ape with a dog. . . Then, what they have, wants to live in ...
A man stumbled on some rat droppings. Hey, who put those there? That's dangerous, he said. His wife said, those ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- I heard it hit the Ground -- And go to pieces ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
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