Glenn Bagshaw

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Glenn Bagshaw Poems

41. Nature's Lesson #602 (Triolet) 7/1/2006
42. School Days 8/12/2006
43. Hallowe'En Treat 8/23/2006
44. Buddha Reported On Cnn Today That Life Is Suffering 8/24/2006
45. Still In The Picture 8/31/2006
46. In Days Of Old.... 4/4/2007
47. Speckulation 4/6/2007
48. Reforestation? Yes! ! (Almost A Triolet) 4/19/2007
49. Words Are Birds- Or A Good Drink 4/29/2007
50. All The World's A Stage 5/1/2007
51. Herrick Celebrates His Garden-With Some Regret 5/6/2007
52. The Tsuanmi-Reconsidered 5/18/2007
53. Herrick Gives A Eulogy 5/29/2007
54. Daddy Taught Him Often 5/31/2007
55. Join The Army And See The After-World-Triolet 6/2/2007
56. Short Cut To Summer-Triolet 6/11/2007
57. Burned Out 7/23/2007
58. Departure At Dawn 7/23/2007
59. First Attempt At Climbing A Mountain 9/23/2007
60. Herrick, The Gardener-Poet, Confronts Autumn 10/10/2007
61. Herrick Picks His Poesy 10/21/2009
62. Herrick Muses While Pruning 10/21/2009
63. The Storm In Herrick's Garden 10/21/2009
64. Real Doesn'T Break-You Do! 9/25/2006
65. What She Did While High 9/25/2006
66. Never Gone (Triolet) 10/9/2006
67. Shine On Harvest Moon Up Where I Die 10/24/2006
68. I Love You, Big Brother! ! ! (Triolet) 11/5/2006
69. Purely Fired Up 12/7/2006
70. Childhood Photo 12/8/2006
71. The Straw Motel Of Christmas 12/11/2006
72. Here At The Evening Sky 12/25/2006
73. Hallowe'En 10/30/2009
74. The New View With Each Language 1/4/2010
75. Rubiyat 1/9/2010
76. The Rubiyat 1/9/2010
77. Post-Eden: The Thicket Of Mutability And Mortality 2/16/2010
78. Triolet: At Midnight 2/17/2010
79. Triolet: What She Said At The Corner 2/25/2010
80. A Grandfather Clock Speaks 10/29/2005

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Afternoon In Summer

Cloud-popping, blue-raved summer sky
with light stuck out like a tongue:
you're the gorgon's gaze
to a warm, dry earth
charmed almost stone.
For voice the sweeping laugh
of wind's your way.
Even the morning-marvelling birds
are almost crazed in the bright wideness
of your tuned world.
They cry the sun-thrilled call of:
Sky! Sky! Sky!
Wings fling in tree-tipped reach of vaulted runs
sun-dialed in time-
Inches the touch of thrifty night-
and, with thumb smudged in shadows,
snuffs out the light.

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I'Ll Clearly Disappear

I’m in my great-grandmother's old photo album
from ninety years ago, and I seem much the same.
Sure, I'm gloss-finished, black and white, and yes, some frayed.
Yet not so bad for my age. Looking much like her,
it's almost that I'm not just myself as the flow
of generations are now gathered, like the seas.
Much the same in one life, as photos make childhood
quicken once again. One picture's an aperture
to these past worlds. Once more boats sound in harbour's night.

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