Joyce Chelmo Poems

Can’t stop looking at your picture,
hypnotized.
Your beauty a blaze from within.
The attraction would
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Amidst the dull maize sunset
and the chill of soon to come night.
I wait for darkness to descend, a welcome friend.
My muse rises from depths, a whisper
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the first time we saw
her was last fall
she was standing
in a patch of grass
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i got carried away
cleaning winter dust
out of my front porch
& threw my back out
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After a long day on the steering
end of her old canoe, when the
only light shimmering on the lake
was the vanilla moon of late July.
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One night while playing
a game in pogo
in a moment of weakness
I actually chatted
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Nearly reached your hand this time;
I know if you’re there,
it has to be a good place.
If we’d touched,
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Memories of you enfold me
through the chill of lonely nights.
Every tiny bud has the right
to bloom.
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He likes to reconstruct
every poem he reads....
until it fits his style
of rhyme and meter.
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There's a pain I live with
that's gently wrapped
itself around my heart
woven into every fiber of my being.
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