Poetry:
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This is a day for living slow,
For simple things;
A day for being healed|By warm sun and blue-white water
And children’s laughter.
This is a day for walking alone,
For waves and wet sand
And small thoughts, a day
Without past or promise,
A day for now.
This is a day for being held,
For time in your arms
And peace, for gentle touches
That soften pain,
A day for being loved.
There are days my love
When I can make your dreams
Come true,
When I can give you thunder and lightening,
White clouds and poems
And be your rock.
But this is a day
For taking.
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Jim Turner is a retired secondary teacher whose has written articles for several regional and topical magazines and poetry for the Oregonian.
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Poetry:
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Perseverance
The sun sets
As the day winds down
Dinner bakes in the oven
Sips of wine aid stresses of the work day subside…slowly
Household activity bustling, rattling, the clanging of sauce pans
Small talk...chatter…the usual daily queries
“How are the kids?”
I talk to your back as you walk away without waiting for my response
I persevere for a connection
You pop the top of your beer with a whoosh…
And big rig trucks on the big screen take precedence over conversation
“How was your day?” Routine, uninterested…but at least you ask
“Hectic…busy…swamped with phone calls and demands”
Not waiting for my answer, you blast the big rigs
While I express my frustrations of the day
You…oblivious to my words
Snacking on crackers and cheese, you return to your distraction on
the screen
I continue dinner preparations, going through the motions of happiness…
Silently, I persevere for comfort through food
As if contentment would return based upon that
“The way to a mans heart, is through his stomach”
I remember my archaic mother preaching
Her urgings ingrained in my psyche. Not discouraged, I persevere
While from the 42” plasma screen
The earth movers blare in the foreground of my life
I realize, in an epiphany, this IS my life
Mundane, ordinary, anticlimactic
“Is dinner ready yet?”
With heavy sigh, realizing this stimulus is all that will be
“Almost” I mutter, with another sip of my wine
While eagles fly over mountains on the Discovery channel
And I dream of far away places with carefree laughter and frivolity
There should be more
I want more
Somewhere, there must be more…
I persevere to find it
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"Kathleen Walker is a forty-something mom of three terrific kids who has spent the better part of her adult life raising the children and writing fiction and poetry in her spare time. The stories from a very overactive albeit twisted imagination have now come to fruition and are ready for the world to read. Poetry has been read by many all over the world in various poetry forums, publications and contests. Most recently seen in the March 1 and December 1, 2007 publications of "The Jimston Journal", placed in the top 20 of "The Secret Attic" poetry competition February 1, 2007, featured in the September 10, 2007 issue of "The Cats Meow For Writers And Readers", featured in the maiden issue of "The Far Side Of Midnight" January, 2008, received the prestigious Editors Choice Award in the May, 2008 issue of “The Enchanting Verses International”, and featured in the Summer 2008 issue of literarymagic.net. “Undead, Dead And Back Again, Or…Hey, Buddy! Can You Spare a Drink of Blood?” is a short story featured in a compilation of horror and dark fiction genre by an eclectic group of women authors released early 2009. Excerpt can be found at www.freewebs.com/DeadlyDolls. “Queens of Scream” is a best of anthology released February, 2009 and also includes “Undead, Dead And Back Again” as special guest fiction. “Life.Love.Lust” is a collection of poetry and prose being published June, 2009. She resides in the pristine beauty of North Idaho with two shamelessly pampered pooches."
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