Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 24, 2013
Must meager words convey
What needs be said this time,
What we say and what we hear?
Put aside our skimpy history
Of parsimonious nouns,
Clauses and verbs galore,
One after another,
With no prepositions,
Just hesitant commas,
Dispersed over the page.
Imperious periods
Sprinkled there and there,
But, for propriety's sake,
Never exclamation points.
Perhaps we can explore
Some newer words, some
More expansive meanings,
That might be able to convey
What needs be said this time.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 23, 2013
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Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 22, 2013
Treading the edge of January light
The weather a little iffy
Evocative of a soon to be cold day
Mirrored in gray gusty winds
A wintriness of the mind
Followed by chapped hands
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 21, 2013
Today’s kindness
Required no favors
Required no friendship
Required no affection
Required no wealth
Required no fame
Just a bird
On a branch
Singing
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 20, 2013
She missed them now,
Those young men gone off
To be, to learn, in a world
She could not share,
Could only visit now and then.
Being boys, they didn’t call often,
To share the passing weeks.
She left their home bedrooms
Just the way they always were,
Waiting for them, when holidays
And summer breaks finally came.
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