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Eudora Welty

Sunday, September 3, 2017



Wet snow
By User:Introvert (Own work)
         is
                falling

Wet snow
         is
               falling
and I've come
inside.

Wet snow
         is
               falling
on snowy fields
and tree lines.

Wet snow
         is
               falling
and I need to
light a fire.

But wet snow
        is
               falling
and the wood
won't dry.

Wet snow
         is
               falling
and covering
my steps.

Wet snow
         is
               falling
and I haven't
slept.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Grandmothers


By jude, ny, usa (quilt block - flower)
I was never
close to
grandmothers

Never had
that soul-searching
talk

I was seen
and not heard

Approved but
not approached

Too young
to leave
impressions

I guess
on ones so old.

But I was loved
by grandmothers

A treat
of some kind
was given

At meals
I was not
forgotten

Or by small
kindnesses
unearned

I learned
that grandmothers
remember

I learned
that grandmothers
forget

Just as I
have forgotten
much
that grandmothers
said

But have
always remembered
the way
it was expressed.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Flowers faded

Flowers faded
ID 88581659 © Sebos | Dreamstime

carry an impress
of a trace 
that lasts

To remind
of a time
when vivid
were the colors

Of cut flowers
and lives lived
and memory's mark
on bleak slates

That cast shadows
of hues
we discerned
but a moment

Were a trick
of the light,
always fading
from our lives.