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Two by Charlene James-Duguid

07.04.17 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Tomato Master’s Love” (May 2017) Haiku July 4, 2016 By Charlene James-Duguid I like words, any Words, bright, light, decorative. Please, hang as sparklers. Celebrate Independence Day, Shoot the Cannon! By Charlene James-Duguid Give out flags to dimpled little girls To wave at drumming high school […]


Loneliness

06.15.20 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Collector” (May 2020).  Loneliness By Charlene James-Duguid Sits heavy around us Taking oxygen we need Without caring it must be ours. Gliding in on tulle-draped gowns, Prussian Blue in hue, It transmutes, Multiplies its powers to the nth degree, Smothering us quickly As we reach […]


The Collector

05.14.20 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “Tolkien’s Flower” (April 2020).  The Collector By Charlene James-Duguid Like others who can’t resist stuff: Stamps, coins, books, paper weights, arrow heads, whatnot, He is unstoppable. His treasures are just a bit bigger, heavier, costly. Born out of passion, the urge, the obsession, He collects Tractors. […]


Tolkien’s Flower

04.11.20 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “Indigo Bunting” (March 2020). Tolkien’s Flower By Charlene James-Duguid She sits, a flower, First-unnoticed , Then daffodil-like, pure yellow, Waiting, Always waiting. Beautiful in her imitation of Springtime. A quiet smile. Sometimes tender, fragile, Blushing tiny rose, or Often green with bright-colored tangerine petals. Her blues […]


Indigo Bunting

03.11.20 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “Angelic Utterances” (January 2020). Indigo Bunting By Charlene James-Duguid My only friend, He visits every day, Stays far longer than Any human companion would. Understanding perfectly That now, my dotage Is veneered with Layer, upon uncomfortable layer, Of infirmity. His songs are determined. And I never […]


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