tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post110236126916162145..comments2023-07-07T08:49:43.331+01:00Comments on Searching For Blue Sea Glass: Let’s Write Another PoemRoger Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1103413553596222372004-12-18T23:45:00.000+00:002004-12-18T23:45:00.000+00:00I did remove it, Roger...
I love poetry, but my wo...I did remove it, Roger...<br />I love poetry, but my words in "ink"<br /><br />stink.sylviasometimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04442439589490172719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1103170715175566892004-12-16T04:18:00.000+00:002004-12-16T04:18:00.000+00:00I had to go to school. It was 1957, and there was...I had to go to school. It was 1957, and there was a law.<br /> <br />And when I returned home I saw that my wonderful doll,<br />my beautiful doll with the bubble-cut hair and the silver and pink ball-gown, <br />my doll that I kept on a shelf in the corner because she was too beautiful to play with... was gone,<br />given to a stray cousin from Miami.<br /> <br />My mother said she knew I wouldn't mind because I never played with her. <br /><br />That winter when we repaid their visit with one of our own, I saw a bare foot sticking out from under my cousin's bed.<br /> <br />I pulled and there was my doll. <br />She was stripped naked, <br />with blue ink circles on her most private parts. <br />I picked her up and held her close to me. I wanted to wash her and wrap her in a blanket,<br /> <br />But my cousin grabbed her and threw her across the room, and I couldn't do anything about it but stand there.<br /><br />I never told her good-by until just this minute.<br /><br />C.K.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1102768539078435512004-12-11T12:35:00.000+00:002004-12-11T12:35:00.000+00:00Syl - did you remove that? And if so why? Just won...Syl - did you remove that? And if so why? Just wondering...Roger Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1102500730866530112004-12-08T10:12:00.000+00:002004-12-08T10:12:00.000+00:00Goodbye old trainers
You kept my feet dry
and adde...Goodbye old trainers<br />You kept my feet dry<br />and added a little bounce<br /><br />But now you must go<br />into the big black sack of oblivion<br /><br />I should be kind<br />and put you out to pasture<br />in the shoe rack<br />beneath the stairs<br />now that you are falling apart<br /><br />But I am being strong<br />and besides<br />You are beginning to smell<br /><br />by Henry UnhingedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1102467552366898322004-12-08T00:59:00.000+00:002004-12-08T00:59:00.000+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.sylviasometimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04442439589490172719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-1102362805467125262004-12-06T19:53:00.000+00:002004-12-06T19:53:00.000+00:00Surely a bungalow is preferable to a flat
though t...Surely a bungalow is preferable to a flat<br />though they are more expensive<br />No stairs to climb with arthritic kneecaps creaking<br />A rosey garden to weed<br />and a space for the deckchair and the cat.Wastedpapiershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.com