Shades of Purple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We stopped to see her work, the stuff of kindergarten And there you were, reflected in the drawings, the colors ...
We stopped to see her work, the stuff of kindergarten And there you were, reflected in the drawings, the colors ...
Looking out, over the sink of dishes Out onto the alley, the stories Walking by my view Wondering who the ...
The urgency of His work reflected in the word of the call the response to the hesitance the excuses of ...
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
I smile When I think of You in my life Loving me, Testing me, With your edge. I laugh When ...
On the water in my canoe moments of silence and reflection thoughts of you in my life life changes because ...
For listening, for hearing me Prodding to balance the hurt And the need to be on my game In the ...
I could have been an architect easel and pad, compass and straight edge vision and design at least that's what ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe's eye We saw reflected there in part The ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
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