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Tues Days August 15, 2011

Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Poems.
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Tuesday (Listeni/ˈtjuːzd/ or /ˈtjuːzdi/ or /ˈtzd/) is a day of the week occurring after Monday and before Wednesday. According to international standard ISO 8601, it is the second day of the week, although in some traditions it is the third.

“Tuesdays are only one of the types of days there are

You may also encounter during your life-time plenty of other types

So if any particular Tuesday causes or seems to bring undue grief or dis-stress, take heart:

for a Tuesday can be and usually is the harbinger of one or other of those other types of days for which you yearn for-getting the fact that on any particular Tuesday you are in fact and irreversibly moving directly in line to-ward such a future of other types of days that, should you obtain to the faintest inkling of, you would have to in a moment of joyous fright faint immediately at the expansive and illuminating opening surely coming to-ward you via this very specific and particular Tuesday in which you feel so mistakenly unfortunate to currently occur.

This I’ll warrant you from the depths of my soul, which, as you know is in fact and in matter immeasurably and irreconcilably deep.

Yours, truly (for whose else would I be?)

Auntie Scoot”


Editorial Expression September 17, 2009

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“Take out the poetry!” it said in big bold letters.
They must’ve been thinking something grand and appropriate to the audience.
So I left, of course.

They say, “when you are not there, something’s missing.”
Yes, some thing, I suppose.
Some “thing“, I guess not so grand nor appropriate to the audience.

But necessary in a long run if you want to get anywhere
or just run
To run

Poetry is after all a necessary luxury,
is it not?
After all?

How Did I Fall? September 17, 2009

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He moved, the boat tipped and I simply slid under
Surprised just a bit
Then started the journey, steady
My work, using muscles
The body in 3D
In a vast murky watery land
Without external orientation
Deep blue
With highlights internal
Murky sparkles
A bit thick
A new realm
But I am breathing underwater
Isn’t that odd?

Because Paper is Scarce September 17, 2009

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My words will be chosen
And ink deliberately laid

This saying is important
Only to one in the game

Tune out
I can’t breathe underwater
Be and see
where life comes up
Swimming to the surface
Long, sure, time
relaxed eventually and still going

What do you say? September 17, 2009

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If a start
Of art
Came through the sky today
What would you say?

If a bend
Of your hand
Surprised you on the way
What would you say?

Can an other
Be there too
With you for a day?
What would you say?

Open, sesame.
Does open sesayu?
Shall we play?
What do you say?

When did you know? September 17, 2009

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There comes a time
Not unceasingly
However it happens
Then no going back

From here, there
and then … where?
Truthfully, comes a time

The Poem: If Ever … February 26, 2009

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If ever there was a reason

If ever I thought to think

If ever my life went open

If ever there came a brink


If ever I wandered aimless

If ever my dream came true

If ever a spot cleared newly

If ever I was near you


There – then

what would be and what had been

would never wonder again

Where – when