Retakes 7 by Dennis Lange

(Photo credit: Okinawa Soba)

I occasionally publish a post with a link to some of my earlier poems. These three were posted when many of you weren’t subscribing to my blog. I thought you might want to read these as well. However, since some may have read them already, I’ll try to give a description and/or enough of the beginning lines that perhaps you can recognize the poem. That way, you won’t have to read it again – unless you want to.

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The Woman Who Talked Too Fast

She’d come up talking quickly and she’d never ever stop like a rushing whirlwind keeps on spinning like a dusty whirling top and one sentence never ended with a breath or with a pause and all the topics joined with a swiftly uttered clause….

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/the-woman-who-talked-too-fast-by-dennis-lange/

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Parting Ways

As those bold men of old left home
To search the earth, its reaches roam,
As they set sail and they looked back,
Did doubt like death, while dressed in black,
Cloud minds with darkness for a span,
“Will we e’er see these shores again?”

Our ship is frail; the sea is deep;
The storms may wail….

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/parting-ways-by-dennis-lange/

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Near Miss

Like white balloons, the best surprise –
Clouds!  Clouds today in our dry skies!
They clumped in groups like friends who meet;
Grew gray with promise of a treat.

Then, past a distant hill that rings,
They dropped a curtain of wet strings.
The air turned fresh….

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/09/13/near-miss-by-dennis-lange/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.