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Retirement
A silly thing to do, but I humbly announce my retirement from blogging. With gratitude to the people who read my poetry, to those who supported me through some shit times, and to all the writers out there looking for a venue. Will be seeing you. Fondly, S Francis.
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Shun, a poem by S Francis
Shun, a poem by S Francis
At Nature’s Command fruits swell on tree and vine Until at their best. We hold in our hands Flesh stretched under skin given to our touch Just enough for juice to well up. Imagine When we burst through the skin how the juice will drip Down our hands and pool in our palm like The primordial pond where life’s first seed found purchase Birthing in us the path to arrive at this moment When on a warm,…
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Belief: One Star Still Exists, a poem by S Francis
Belief: One Star Still Exists, a poem by S Francis
When I climbed out of my heart’s caverns To lament the star that had died on its journey From its place in the universe To birth a flickering wish That first appeared in my enormous sky tonight, I had to believe, Because outside the heart’s beat Belief pushes blood to the extremes we must endure, That one star still exists. Now, I think I know Which one it is, which one reaches into my cavern To…
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Tea with My Soul, a poem by S Francis
Tea with My Soul, a poem by S Francis
A voice marshaled forces inside me, Gathered up feelings sat with my soul.
They drank tea and plotted, their plan Resolute and determined. They allied Birds and trees and clouds and surf. They collected individual grains of sand And assembled them as a castle on top Of an hourglass then counted each one As they fell into a beach below for me To walk as I reflected upon silence – “I am your dream”…
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Haiku #31 Water falls on poi Pond fills over and over We watch the fish eat
‘Open me up, field, to the sky, clearing…’ a poem by S Francis
‘Open me up, field, to the sky, clearing…’ a poem by S Francis
Open me up, field, to the sky, clearing Forests surround me with great height Certain of their place, not closing up pasture Out of some undefined compassion for the small Life that grows up from its dirt. In time, Birds and wind will flood the grass with seed A war will wage for this space. Perhaps. Now, the detente of nature grants Me a moment to lie my body down, look
Up at the sky with me,…
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Badabump Badaboom Ratatatat, a poem by S Francis
Badabump Badaboom Ratatatat, a poem by S Francis
I want to be more like Dave Matthews this year, Because I don’t want to goose step down PA Avenue Would rather two step into anywhere you’d like to go So let’s go, let’s go and see where the story goes Tonight, we can spin Tomorrow, we can sin Then we can get real thin And collect cans of tin Badabump badaboom, shoot Ratatatat, I’d learn to play, bap bap bap Something that would get you dancing…
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I Whisper to the Ground, a #tbt poem by S Francis
I Whisper to the Ground, a #tbt poem by S Francis
My son on shoulders, I walk Through the crowd at the carnival. I lift him wishing he could lift me Wishing ascent under Mary’s umbrella.
When the winds shift from west to east Together, jump into a chalk paint dream. I will defend my family from the venom. I will defend my family from the hurt. I will defend my family from the drugs Needed to sort through this red and blue Mess. We will purple…
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To Collect Roses, a poem by S Francis
To Collect Roses, a poem by S Francis
Now, I am going to collect roses, Seems they have always been Yet never held in my hands, Not like a good rose is meant to be held.
Beauty never appreciated as it should, As though it would fade, All does…
All does.
This should not stop the collection of it, and Though I choose with words To vase the flowers, I seek all their color, A full palette.
I can imagine my small room Filled with their…
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"Tea with Tumnus" a #tbt poem by S Francis
“Tea with Tumnus” a #tbt poem by S Francis
With great appreciation to Lewis, Yeats and Berninger
My love we will go, we will go, you and I Away into the dismantled cedar woods, The reconstructed closet where the Mother Of the House boxes and stores memory. We can push through the hanging coats hiding The best secret, my love, let’s go, let’s go.
Some didn’t believe in Lucy when she returned The same moment she left, even with Tumnus’ Tea…
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Haiku #30 In friendship's garden Ancestor speaks through orange I am still alive.
"Into the Woods, Once Again" a poem by S Francis
“Into the Woods, Once Again” a poem by S Francis
Like an escape, the slight opening in the brush That will only be seen by he who looks up Seeking the bird squawking at him, hidden Like tormentors of freedom, not earthbound, But aloft on top branches where God’s whispers Sound like conversations among friends. Or looks Down, the moat that separates him from wildness Deep enough to invite him to stay on the path, One sprained ankle or worse, an…
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Buy me a Guinness, a #tbt poem by S. Francis
Buy me a Guinness, a #tbt poem by S. Francis
or maybe, I think, a bottle of wine – red wine.
[blood]
I have always been partial to the intoxication red wine brings.
The blood of the gods poured into the heart. intensifies the senses, numbs from the inside out.
Intoxicated, we reach for Rilke’s angel.
Unafraid, our flight rivals the eagle’s.
When the great Gods of the ancient people left the earth to Adam, Eve, their sterile God and his…
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A Love Song, a poem by S Francis
A Love Song, a poem by S Francis
Why should we not touch our souls With one bow and hear Separate strings sing one melody? One voice to dive into An echo From hills carved by Masters Who could not have known.
Somehow, They began our song Before words stirred our tongues. Like a kiss Born inside A flower pushing up through dirt To follow the path of Helios
Its pedals, Dripping with dew, Swallow one ray of light. Lips trembling, A…
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Flannel and Fleece, a poem by S Francis
1.
We wait in flannel and fleece
But wind cuts through sun-cries
To remind us of winter’s
Warlord of discontent.
Robin-bird hopped yesterday
Picking thawed earthworms
That had emerged sun-smiling:
Their moment had arrived!
The warlord whispers, “Not yet.”
We await in flannel and fleece
Our smile carrying a heartbeat
That will be worthy of its moment.
2.
Do you recall
the hopping robin-bird,…
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Haiku #29 Chrisom adorned trees Baptized by sun, light unveils Blank landscape to fill