Tag: cadralor
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24.05: A Cadralor Poem
The Crow Did Not AnswerI.In the market, a man with no shoestrades a step for a story.He says his mother was lightningand his father a lie.I give him a coin. He weeps. We call it even. II.The cactus blooms at midnight—pale as breath in winter,a slow exhale from the edge of something sharp.I dream of…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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26 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week – (a Cadralor poem) The Y In Wildfire I.August was a dry kiss of long thirstThe lean arm of a branch and root II.A dark sprawling road with no shelterfrom the torch of fire or crawling sun III.Summer’s short lived empire forgetsthe ways of a desert’s cruel trap…
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17 June: A Cadralor: An Imperfect Calm
A Cadralor Poem: An Imperfect Calm I.Clouds rush by as if traveling life’s long road, and I’m glad of sapphire sky that’s breathless as runners in their race. II.Your eyes are the quiet darkness of sky, only the sharp glare of midday is strong enough to make me look away. III.Somewhere in a field a…
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1 November: The Season Leaves Should Love
I.I really should love this season, gilt and ruby leaves that move with the wind, catch and hang in spider webs. But I don’t. People in my family always die in the winter. Every last damned one. II. We are like grass. Some always die, but most lift their veil in spring and renew. Recharge.…
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3 September: for RDP and SOCS (trigger warning)
Choices I.A man walks into a forest. Climbs an oak tree, ties a rope around a branch, then around his neck. And jumps. He chooses not to think about who finds him. II.A vicar lights a candle. Chooses a prayer for a boy he once gave first communion. He tells a mother her son cannot…
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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24 December: Time’s Cadralor
A Cadralor: Time is a Blank Paper I. Time is a cruel joke, pretending To be a blank sheet of paper, Shuffling out of its hiding place From the depths of a cuckoo clock. II. I ran a race once. Quick as A chirp twice around the field. Never first. Never last. Nobody Hoots for…
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Q13: Body Memory
BODY MEMORY I.We sat crosslegged, our fingersstrolling through the lawn,searching out four leaf clover. II.The chill from grass climbedup our legs – summer’s leanas cotton shorts and skirts. III.I turned my back to the sun,but in truth all I wanted wasto hold its long gaze on me. IV.Lemonade, sharp as the sun,fit for an old…
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