Tag: sonnet
member name: Mike Ellwood
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April 25, 2008 11:28 AM EDT --
The Scaffold
Superficial? The fragile scaffolding
Leant lightly on the tower's rising flanks -
A web of tubing, spigots, wooden planks,
Cross-braces, . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:33 AM EST --
Hopper Visits a Diner
Her hands for warmth enfold the coffee cup.
Remembering her pale translucent skin,
The veins that bear the cool blue blood . . .
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May 16, 2008 04:39 AM EDT --
The Third Hole
Plink! (like hammer tapping a bottle of coke)
The sweet-spot of the titanium wood
Propels the ball further than you thought it could.
You strike . . .
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May 21, 2008 03:55 AM EDT --
A few years ago I visited Omaha Beach and the immaculately maintained American cemetry at Coleville-sur-Mer. It was a deeply moving experience, prompting these thoughts:
Meditation . . .
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August 18, 2008 03:26 PM EDT --
A sonnet for my students.......
The World is Waiting
The world is waiting, but not just for you.
That audience is never satisfied,
Grasping voraciously for something . . .
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October 23, 2008 03:51 AM EDT --
Eagle
As when the tuning fork and string vibrate
As one, or eyes meet when first lovers realise
They are in love and cry in shared surprise,
Behold a harmony . . .
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November 27, 2008 05:13 AM EST --
Self-Portrait
I meet the mirrored man's appraising gaze
And focus on the pupils. In return
They peer as if attempting to discern
The nature of . . .
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July 25, 2009 04:09 AM EDT --
The Bird-Watcher
The wild and unselfconscious birds take feed
From hanging trays. The sparrows reject more
Than they will ever eat or take to store.
I watch them choose . . .
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August 04, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Family Business
Gulls'eyes watch as the brothers prepare to ship their last order.
Heads, spines and guts for offal, they slit, slit and slit the flesh and . . .
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November 17, 2008 04:31 PM EST --
Devotion
Sometimes the closest friend can ask too much
While roses bloom and promises are made
That are not kept because you are afraid,
And then . . .
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December 06, 2008 09:33 AM EST --
In the Hole!
Perhaps fatigue or stress had cramped my style
But I was wilting, flaccid, losing nerve,
Frustrated with myself as all the while
My eager partner rued my lack of verve.
Try as . . .
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December 20, 2008 12:15 PM EST --
Settlement
The bubble in the level's glass behaves
As if moon-drawn and plaster-cracks, like veins,
Bleed dust. The creaking fabrication strains
Against . . .
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January 13, 2009 10:08 AM EST --
Paris, December, 2008
D espite the winter chill the Champs Elysees
Was thronged with Christmas shoppers (dressed in black
Parading like louche priests or nuns, the lack
Of color . . .
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April 12, 2009 04:33 PM EDT --
The Fault
The globe contracts. Now feel the wrinkled flesh
Fissure and shift. Perhaps you sense some pain
As crunching rock gives way like crumbling bone . . .
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February 24, 2008 06:09 AM EST --
An Eschatological Discourse
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling . . .
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June 11, 2009 10:40 AM EDT --
Running High on Inch Strand
Earth's purest air comes tumbling over surf
To charge my blood. The endless ocean roar,
The coursing sky where flashing sea-birds soar,
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February 09, 2008 03:21 AM EST --
Trawling
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The sun has set, and, now the tide has turned,
The fleet of trawlers sails out from the port;
While from the beach the tourists have adjourned
For lobster . . .
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February 19, 2008 08:55 AM EST --
Seneca's Last Words
Virtuous friends, death now or hereafter
Is immaterial. We live, we die.
We may laugh in poverty; in wealth, cry.
The wind . . .
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January 27, 2009 04:55 AM EST --
After Sarah had given birth to Isaac the presence of Hagar and Ishmael displeased her greatly. She had no intention of allowing Ishmael to share in Isaac's inheritance and required Abraham to effect . . .
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May 14, 2009 04:21 AM EDT --
Weeding in May
I plunge my fingers in the warming ground
Up to my knuckles. In this private place
I grope through tender strands of living lace . . .
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