Usagi
The Poetic Rabbit
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This work by Tawnya Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.What I’ve Never Forgotten:
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters-
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Fear
Well, I didn’t know her well enough to like or dislike her anyway. She seemed kind of lazy. It’s not like we were close. We just worked at the same place. She wasn’t all that, though she tried to make you … Continue reading
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Tagged fear, haibun, mindlovemisery, mother, parent, poetry prompt
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My Son’s First Sonnet
My freshman is studying Romeo and Juliet as the school year winds down. (Just what we need heading into summer–teen love angst.) As a part of that study, he and his classmates have to write sonnets. (Wow! Really? Freshman writing … Continue reading
Posted in By My Children, Favorite Poems by Others, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized
Tagged boys, child, children, graduation, parent, Poem, Poetry, postaweek2011, Rhyme scheme, Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare, son, sonnet, William Shakespeare
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Willows and Graduation
May, and now June, have brought destructive winds and a graduation. Last weekend an amazing storm front came through our area. Not only were the clouds swirling within themselves, but they moving around the sky, individually, in different directions. The … Continue reading
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Tagged change, changes, child, graduation, growing up, parent, postaweek2011, son, storms, tree, Willow, willows
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Photos From Their Past
fallen broken oak good for climbing cubs–you won’t let me help you now
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Tagged boys, child, children, Haiku, love, My Poetry, parent, Poem, Poetry, postaweek2011
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RWP NaPoWriMo/Poetic Asides Day 9
I Can Still Hear It Though winter’s carol season had just passed, time doesn’t change discs. What Child Is This strummed my ears. There were still cookies, and cookies needed milk. After that first chocolate-chip bite, I took a sip … Continue reading
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Tagged carols, child, children, death, father, girl, grief, heritage, loss, mother, music, My Poetry, NaPoWriMo, Padre Island, parent, pecan, Poem, Poetic Asides, Poetry, poetry prompt, Read Write Poem, self portrait, teacher, Texan, Texas, winter
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