The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
Little and big secrets silence, unsharing from shame, for protection blank spots in the telling of our story Carved off ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
He pushed her away again Forced her out, bag and baggage U-Haul and truck A chapter closed If she lets ...
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Here further up the mountain slope Than there was every any hope, My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, ...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, That's noted for fresh air and fun, And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom Went ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, That's noted for fresh air and fun, And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom Went ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
Shame is the shawl of Pink In which we wrap the Soul To keep it from infesting Eyes -- The ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
From Blank to Blank -- A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet -- To stop -- or perish -- or ...
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there -- I held my spirit to ...
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