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Tag Archives: Poetry
Conversations that never happened, According to those who were not there.
Why do some endure the trials of sport, While other stand by at the side-lines? I walk the shore, watching birds, Then see the surfers drift Where cormorants should be. The camera lens captures Waves building, then cresting, Rolling foaming … Continue reading
Tears of joy, Tears of sorrow, Memories of events passed, Thoughts of those to follow.
If what binds us In community is Our common interest, But this is lacking, What prevents you From killing me?
Sunrise over Georgetown, Name-sake of our founder, An image viewed from The Holiday Inn, Across the Potomac River. Industrial smoke stacks, persevered for architectural Interest and heritage, Rather than to exhaust The residue of capitalism.
Each day at the beach, The tide turns Twice, high and low; The wind shifts From sea to shore; The waves break With news from deep. One morning our walk, On sand, shells, rocks, Pulls our collars Up to break … Continue reading
Words are the medium of literature: poetry, novels, theatre. The stage company takes this medium to create the production in which we experience these words. Hearing the articulation and enunciation, with inflection for emphasis and pauses in which the hidden … Continue reading