Tag: poetry
Posted on January 21, 2021
by Jan Wilberg
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Is hugging a child Like riding a bike, sailing wild down a steep hill
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Posted on July 2, 2020
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In the preface of the book I am reading, Quiet Until the Thaw, is this poem. It is a Cree narrative naming poem. There are several such poems, this is just one. I am going to look for the others. For me, the simplicity… Continue Reading “Naming Poem”
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Posted on February 9, 2020
by Jan Wilberg
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My car’s dashboard has a light to tell me I’m skidding, as if the car’s actual skidding wouldn’t be enough indication, and the light was on all the way home from the movie theatre as approaching cars waved their uncertainty at me, getting hit… Continue Reading “Getting Home in the Snow”
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Posted on January 18, 2020
by Jan Wilberg
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If a person hears a storyfrom someone who, say, was just talkingand then tells that story to othersI’m wondering who owns the story If the story is about being afraid, so afraidthat one sits terrified, looking out the windowfor a car that might drive… Continue Reading “Tell Me Your Story So I Can Make It Mine”
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Posted on January 13, 2020
by Jan Wilberg
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Black tractor tire tube Float little in her pond, gone Without the picture
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Posted on January 2, 2020
by Jan Wilberg
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There are a lot of hurting people. Sad people, sick people, people shiveringin the dark, people covering their eyes with their hands,sick with grief and longing. I’m not one of them.My hurting times were so long ago, I’veforgotten how to be frantic, how to… Continue Reading “The Map in My Pocket”
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Posted on October 30, 2019
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Not writing can mean Suffocating heaps of words or vacancy, which
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Posted on October 2, 2019
by Jan Wilberg
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Soup dog hungry watch Pacing, sniffing, wishing long Pot boils out of reach
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Posted on June 25, 2019
by Jan Wilberg
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Of all things, flowers Sun, rings on fingers, suede shoes Luck is the jewel
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Posted on March 25, 2019
by Jan Wilberg
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Sit in front, don’t hide Your body is a statement Presence claims its space
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