Wednesday, August 18, 2010

August

I fill my days with running
   I try...
The images are cunning
   I cry...
They come to me 'tween heartbeats
   and pry...
Reminding me of anniversaries
   thoughts fly...

The harvest fills
my hands and days.
I stock my shelves
with jams and pray
that frozen images
will away,
   just for today...
   I pray...


I fill my days with running
   I try...
The images are cunning
   I cry...
They come to me 'tween heartbeats
   and pry...
Reminding me of anniversaries
   thoughts fly...


Your hands so cold
are but a dream.
Their sturdy tasks
so far it seems.
While once
you stood beside my bed,
now memory
lies close instead.


I fill my days with running
   I try...
The images are cunning
   I cry...
They come to me 'tween heartbeats
   and pry...
Reminding me of anniversaries
   thoughts fly...


   August
The waning days of life
 unfold.
Inside my head
my stories told.
best left to lie
til pillows hold
yesterday's gifts
that still feel bold.
   August


I fill my days with running
   I try...
The images are cunning
   I cry...
They come to me 'tween heartbeats
   and pry...
Reminding me of anniversaries
   thoughts fly...

  August
just for today...
  memories
I pray...
  August

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Busy days keep me running, but I cannot forget some things. My friends at OneShot are one of them. 



20 comments:

  1. Very nice, and especially the refrain. I love a poem with a good mix of structure and emotion, and this hits the spot.

    I started with your poem for One Shot Wednesday because you were the last one before me and I thought I should go backward. I'm glad I did, and hope you'll come see my poem, which has structure as well, but a slightly different emotion.

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  2. great job k! the repitition of your refrain is rather haunting an plays well with the imagery of your verse...leaves my heart a bit heavy...thoughts for you...smiles. thanks for inking up to oneshot friend!

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  3. Very nice, with some really lovely images. The refrain works well.

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  4. Agree with the above comments about the effective use of the refrain. Love the lines
    "While once
    you stood beside my bed,
    now memory
    lies close instead."
    Haunting poem. Great One Shot!

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  5. Ah you and I were the last to post, so many early birds, but I say the best was the last number #71 beautifully penned, you have wonderful unique style.

    Cheers,
    Joanny

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  6. Oh, Katherine...great big, smothering hugs to you. Your poem is gorgeous...I am so glad that you have this outlet for these feelings.

    Thank you for sharing.
    xoxo

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  7. As always, my dear friend....just lovely!

    I so enjoy reading your words, whether they be through poetry or a story.

    You ROCK!

    Hope you had a beautiful day!

    X

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  8. Well I am glad you did to Ben. Nice to see you. I did visit and enjoyed your offerings for oneshot as well.

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  9. haunting, hmm
    both Brian and Adam you have hit the nail on the head. there are a few times of year where I am haunted. thank you both for creating OneShot and providing such a wonderfully supportive environment for people to find, discover and enjoy such great poetry

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  10. The refrain was originally just a verse, but had such a different feel that it stood out. I debated taking the poem apart, but found that to use it as a repetitive verse gave more strength to it. Thanks Patti

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  11. ah Joanny <<>>
    That means a lot coming from someone who always writes such exquisite pieces. Thank you so much. Hugs

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  12. Thank you my dear sweet friend C. I am running, but stopped on my yoga mat this aft. And it was good.
    hugshugshugshugs

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  13. You my dear Ron are always a breath of sunshine in my world. I love that you come by to say hello and just make me smile.
    mwah!

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  14. Lovely poem full of feelings I know well and sometimes wish I had enough time to feel... no wonder you like my funny one this week ;-) The refrain is just beautiful!
    http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/

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  15. There was such a beautiful pace throughout this - matching the flying of the days...and the sadness tucked in the corners. Just lovely lovely writing.

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  16. Who would have thought that such fantastic talent is right around the corner from where I live, and even takes the time to visit.
    Thank you from the bottom of my heart....G

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  17. the repetition resembled the pounding of the feet as you were jogging..very well written..cheers pete

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  18. Ah, the waning days of summer. Loved this.

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  19. The poem has a lovely, almost melancholic touch to it.. it is so song-like... some memories are just too hard to forget. And the more you try, the harder it gets!
    But work keep them away for a while .. or so you hope :)
    I think you've laid it our very beautifully here.. the distraction, the need to move on, the dilemma!
    A fine piece!

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  20. Thanks G. You are very sweet.
    and it is always worthwhile visiting other talented sites (and usually pretty funny, which I usually appreciate and need)

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