Kevin Moore

Rookie [Kevin Lane Moore] (11 October 1971 / Fayetteville, Arkansas)

Kevin Moore Poems

1. Moonlight Sonata 5/26/2013
2. Love Rising 5/26/2013
3. Eleven 5/26/2013
4. A Gentle Seige 5/26/2013
5. Still, Life 5/26/2013
6. Writer's Block 5/26/2013
7. Cycle 5/26/2013
8. Forecast 5/29/2013
9. A Poet's Song 5/29/2013
10. Barn, Revisited (Triptych Iii) 6/1/2013
11. Awake The Storm 7/24/2013
12. Trafficking Life 8/17/2013
13. Momentum 8/17/2013
14. Form 8/17/2013
15. Untitled Love Song 5/26/2013
16. Hampden 10/10/2013
17. Friday Morning 5: 00 Am 10/11/2013
18. Stay 10/15/2013
19. Seasons Change 12/27/2013
20. Letting Go 12/27/2013
21. In The Moment 12/27/2013
22. Learning To Crawl 7/29/2013
23. Morning After 7/29/2013
24. Barn, Awake (Triptych Ii) 6/1/2013
25. Kneeling To The Queen 5/26/2013
26. Angela's Song 5/26/2013
27. Still Life, In Ice 5/26/2013
28. Just For Today 5/26/2013
29. First Impression 5/26/2013
30. Past, Perfect 5/26/2013
31. The Long, Strange Trip Of Penelope Please 5/26/2013
32. Table For Two 7/30/2013
33. Making Memories 5/26/2013
34. Back Story (Addiction Sonnet) 6/2/2013
35. Montana Home 5/26/2013
36. The Barn (Triptych I) 6/1/2013
37. Stone And Tears 7/29/2013
38. Unshackled 5/26/2013
39. Standing Still 5/26/2013
40. Telling Time 5/26/2013

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Galoshes

The little girl wears blue galoshes - shiny
and fun in any weather - but they do not
match the sadness in her heart of tiny
sorrows sewing shadows long ago forgot.
Splashing through puddles, those Tiffany blue
rubbers keep her feet warm in heavy rain,
but cannot dry her eyes nor spare her true
and secret heart life's cold and empty pain.
Where now joyful, childish laughter found in
dancing through the storm? Where the smile behind
those liquid eyes that promise hope, again?
What of childhood lost do rubber boots remind?
Lovely and saddened but to her ...

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Montana Home

The mighty blue Montana sky at dawn
explodes across the plain with tidal force
in unabated, pounding waves of light
to roar unchecked along its westward course-
azure tsunami rolling back the night-
embrace Montana home with open warmth.

Hawk powers upward through this heated sea
from aerie crafted well and hidden high,

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