Tag: poetry
member name: Gretchen Lee Bourquin
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March 31, 2007 11:57 AM EDT --
Yep, this is typical parental bragging, trying to get people to look at the work of my son. This is not to be an obnoxious stage mom, it really is quite good "for a sixteen year old"-- or anyone. . . .
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April 13, 2007 10:33 PM EDT --
Once, Snap Crackle, Pop
was my morning cereal
Now, it is my bones
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February 29, 2008 09:16 PM EST --
Today
I stood up tall
looked you straight in the eye
and promised to give you my best
I lied
I'm flawed
can't show my face
I hide within shadows
gather my courage and borrow . . .
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November 09, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
You laid there
weak and wet
freshly hatched
struggling out
of the shell
I watched you peck
chip away the walls
in tiny flecks
It took you
several tries
to spread your wings
hold . . .
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December 28, 2008 06:22 PM EST --
cotton candy clouds
crawl across
grayscale skies
a whispered warning
before night falls
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March 02, 2008 10:54 AM EST --
Potential was born
the day the stick
turned blue
and she stopped
drinking coffee
sipping wine
learned to like
milk
ate her vegetables
tried to . . .
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July 11, 2008 10:15 AM EDT --
My content on Gather, for the most part falls into one of the following categories:
Poetry
Short Stories
Novel Excerpts
Reviews
Bloggy/Op-ed Stuff
Questions I really want answers . . .
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April 27, 2009 07:27 AM EDT --
I had a pretty good writing weekend this weekend. My blog went over pretty well, and I wrote a movie review along with a couple thousand words on my new novel on Sunday afternoon, and successfully got . . .
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January 01, 2007 08:39 PM EST --
Rush
Let the wind drown out
the world
while I fly
blind at
deafening speeds and
disregard
my life
I'm suspended
my own blood
presses hard
against the inside
of my skin
my bones sing out . . .
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May 09, 2007 09:07 AM EDT --
You were always slow to run away.
You should’ve know better
Than to give me the chance,
The benefit of the doubt.
I’m the kind that will cut you down,
Beat you bare
from the inside . . .
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June 01, 2007 07:38 AM EDT --
He sees his hand has lost its ring
as he sits in an empty room
He longs to make an offering
but his hand has lost its ring
His loneliness begins to sting
and he finds himself consumed
He . . .
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April 26, 2007 10:03 AM EDT --
she spent most of her life
wanting to die
but she really wanted
to live
another way
another time
another life
a "do-over"
like someone in the witness protection program
she wanted . . .
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February 25, 2008 03:53 PM EST --
Broken free
I fall into
an unknown place
anxious and afraid
confused
perhaps torn
Around the corner
is a new discovery
or something that's been
there
all along
I find . . .
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February 29, 2008 07:17 AM EST --
Destiny on hold
I trudge through day to day
time will soon be ripe
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April 04, 2007 06:39 AM EDT --
Brush across my lips
Like wind from dragonfly wings
A taste of warm fog.
I cannot see you
You dwell deep in my mind’s soul
In some secret lair
Slipping into sleep
My dream will reveal . . .
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April 12, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
The first line is the hardest
It sits there like
the metal crossbar
in front of the railroad tracks
where I am first in line
All my windows are open
The wind and energy
rushes from the train
The rails . . .
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April 30, 2007 02:38 PM EDT --
Right now
I don't want to suck the honeyed essence
from your existence with my twisty straw,
delve into your life and your fantasies.
I don't want to suppose which parts
are true,
or light . . .
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May 27, 2007 09:38 AM EDT --
I just created a new group dedicated to mixing two or more traditional forms together to create new hybrid forms. The first I plan to try is the sestina-cinquain.
Both forms are fueled by motion and routine. . . .
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April 11, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
Nothing will get me
I will not fall for
all the right moves
false promises
orchestrated smooth talk
silky silver tongue designed
to get me
on your . . .
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April 15, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
It's always somewhere else
A blip on the Doppler radar
somewhere outside of
my town
the Skycam shakes
as rain and hail hit the lens
and recorded . . .
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