In Memoriam of 2016: A Poem

In Memoriam of 2016

In Memoriam of 2016, I’ve written this poem (well, really, for every year past). May it make you chuckle and breathe relief as we move from one year past to one year new. A word from Barbara, Lady Tennysdaughter, who sends her thanks for the thoughtful year, witty friends, and silly twists.   Ring out, cell phone, to the wild sky, The flying yell, the frosty trill: The year is dying from the mill; Ring out, cell phone, and let...
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Vienna: Pay with a Poem

Vienna: Pay with a Poem

Living in Vienna is a dream come true, and there is always something going on, like Julius Meinl’s Pay with a Poem campaign for World Poetry Day. Here’s the video ad that stopped me from skipping to the youtube video I wanted to see. As a lover of words, I’m so behind this idea, and I only wish I loved coffee and tea more. This isn’t just happening in Vienna, though. It’s happening wherever Julius Meinl is served. I’m hoping...
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When The Fog Rolls Thick – a poem

When the fog rolls thick over my soul, It smooths over stone markers Drawing a blurry plain for the eye And fading the harsh edges of rocks.   When the fog rolls thick over my soul, It clings to the cracks and parched places Like some weird heavenly lotion, Smelling faintly of lavender and earth.   When the fog rolls thick over my soul, I am held in cool and comforting embrace Arms that make me forget the future And...
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Toetania’s Woe

  Toetania stumbled for ToeTim. Short and squat, strong—he stood. He kept good company with four Bound by root of their wood.   More to be than part of the four She hoped to walk with him. But never could they be in stride. They grew on different limbs.   Destined to be leg-crossed lovers with family rivalry Being one foot-removed cousins So much toe revelry.   Across the void, Toetania yelled, “Toetim, stumble for me!” He did not turn...
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Poetry: Date Me Already

    As a general rule of thumb, I don’t like poetry. I refuse to write it unless some professor decides to assign it, and then my desire for good grades kicks in. This was written back in 2012 when it seemed that everyone was dating and cuteness abounded. I was the sourpuss writer sitting in the corner rolling my eyes at the absurdity, but secretly kind of wishing someone might want to date me. I unearthed this poem to share...
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I have a love affair with winter.

[image from here] I don’t consider myself to be a poet, and I rarely enjoy poetry unless by some long-dead great. But every once in a while (this means like every couple years), I let myself dabble in poetry. Here’s my favorite (and probably the best) poem that I’ve ever written.   I have a love affair with winter. His breath puts color in my cheek And sends a shiver down my spine. His character is anything but meek. Coolly,...
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