An alphabetical listing of all the poems included here.
Click on a title to read a particular poem.
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All Titles
About Renewal *revised to Years after his Stroke
Air of Kindness
At the Edge inside the Fairgrounds
At 31 After His Heart-Valve Surgery
At 96 after a Fall
Finding Home in the summer of 1948
Fortune Cookie
If You Were to Ask I Would Tell:
Journey of Days: a cinquain chain
Ode to Atlanta * Portraits – The Greensboro Writers’ Guild Volume XI 2009
Ode to Celebration in Retirement Home
On Moving into a Retirement Community
Preparing to Departing the Doctor’s Office
Returning from a Visit to Family
Revelations: Only Five of Twenty-five or More
Should Forever Come * was Room at Dawn
Slow Starts, Alone at Times at Sixty-nine
Small Stone 1.1.2012 ~ Filling
Small Stone 1.5.2012 ~ Holding
Small Stone 1.3.2012 – Our Place
Standing at Our Window, Behind Me the TV
Thrill of Cheers through Years
Weeping Willows Dripping Leaves (Adieu)
Wednesday Poetic Asides–Until We Meet Again
What I Anticipated in January 2013
What I Enjoyed In January for Poetic Bloomings
What I Learned after His Stroke
Congratulations of this body of work! Many memorable impressions. TKS for sharing.
Patricia, glad you found some of my work memorable. TY for visiting my site. jane
I’m so proud of you. You’re getting this computer stuff down real well!
Smiles dear Sara – I don’t know if I’d gotten to this point if not for your enthusiasm at the starting point. Making tabs and tracking what I’m doing at so many groups and linking to the particular poem (version) still makes me feel excited and hopeful. I kept losing and forget where I was with each one.
Your website looks fantastic and is easy to get around. What an amazing year!
Jane:
i\It worked.
Peter
Peter,
I’ve was away at my noon poet meeting. Look what I see on my return! You got it and I got it. Thank you.
See – it worked. Sorry I was so long getting to approve and let you see that it worked. So much for good playfulness today. See you…
Jane:
Let me know if it worked?
Peter
Jane:
I took those breaths with you while you were viewing Ron in that hospital room.
Peter
Just home from a reading and saw this other note. Breathing always, always a good thing. Now time for sleep.
Jane:
Lost in the space of nowhere
Lay the smoldering embers
of the fantasy cottage
I built in the recesses
of my lone wandering soul—-
Peter