English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandmother poem

rising moon has hid the stars
see the tentative
and how could you dream of meeting
i am dying
were it not for that singular smell
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
dark-eyed
good woman
all within and all without me

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Their Crime, You Pay: Museum of Crime & Punishment - Express from The Washington Post
  • Teacher was an inspiration to a generation - Northampton Chronicle
  • 2008 Summer Books & Lectures Guide (Santa Barbara Independent)
  • HS Student's Documentary Brings Teen Homelessness Into National Focus - NewsBlaze
  • Los Gatos Art Gallery Hosts Poetry Reading - Los Gatos Observer
  • Ode to a hamster - Seward Phoenix Log
  • Yearbooks help relive high school memories - Leader Post
  • Celebrating hula as a team - Honolulu Advertiser
  • 'Paradise' dreaming of a better future - New Straits Times
  • Music day will rock the town - Ipswich Evening Star
  • 'My brother and I loved it when the Old Man returned home legless' - The Observer
  • Gay and lesbian film fest has several Bay Area connections - Oakland Tribune
  • Library News: Sawyer Free offers business research (The Cape Ann Beacon)
  • Poetry, music to echo in One Eyed Jacks (Dayton Daily News)
  • Move Over, George and Martha — Stitching's Stu and Abby Get US ... - Playbill.com
 

Mortgage Refinance

Get your Online Degrees today!

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved