H. Rand Swansey
H. Rand Swansey Poems
Steam rises through a sidewalk grill,
manifesting itself in the frigid winter air
like a
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Feathers
the color of an azure sky,
speckles spread across her wings,
a crown atop her head,
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combing woods on a winter afternoon
snow lies dense, bending boughs of spruce
and fir and pine
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At first, the telltale signs were few and inconsistent-
a momentary shortness of breath; a dry, unproductive cough;
quick, stabbing pains like split-second jolts of electricity-
nothing to indicate the destruction developing inside his chest.
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I dream of a wood
where the white birches grow,
where my steps, as I wander,
become shortened and slow;
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H. Rand Swansey Biography
Poetry has played an important role in my life since the age of five (forty-one years ago) , when I wrote my first poem: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Nothin' like having A mom like you. Hardly an epic, but it set a course. I currently (2011) teach 3rd grade at a suburban Detroit public elementary school, where I work diligently to instill in my students an appreciation of the beauty of language and the benefits of writing various forms of poetry for both personal expression and enjoyment.)
The Best Poem Of H. Rand Swansey
Fear
Fear is rain,
a promise: of no uncovered inches,
of smothered masses.
It sneaks and seeks to
consume its prey unaware,
engulfs with clammy hands.
It falls in drips and drops,
seeps into crevices once
dry and protected, safe and sheltered.
It maddens with a steady
stream of dampness, chills
marrow, imprints its betrayal
indelibly on all it touches.
Notice me, it demands,
feel me haunt you.
Fear reigns.
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