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Poems 2005

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Out of My Skin
Monarch
A Matter of Scale

Heat Wave
Poet and Pet
Awakening
Rebirth

A Reasonable Life

Snapshots 2006
Haikus
Hush and Listen
Faces
Lizard Thoughts
Thunder
White Rose
Mother of the World
Finally

Poems 2005 —
Passion & Discontent
Absence
Blind
Dance
Dry
The Wake of Disaster

Evening
Mama's Tears
Nude
Old Furniture
Pertoglyphs

Rest
Saved
Sounds of an Empty Promise
Entertainment
Sycamores
Three Quarters
Vientos del Mediterráneo
Weavings

Battle
Giving In

Poems 2004
The Dissappearance of Lao Tsu
Nameless Beauty
Commuting
Memory Game
Every Little Thing Counts
Landscapes of Yo Yo Ma's Brazil
Miles (to Miles Davis)
The Colors of Piazzolla's Tango

War and Peace
Making Friends
Old Glory
Kabul Update
Take Heart
March Madness

Poems 2003
Johnny Cash
Between Heartbeats
"Naked Poetry"
Sunflower Sonnet No. 1.5

New York City
My NYC is not your NYC
SanitationWorker, NYC
Gentrification
Passing By
Belly-button Renaissance
West Chelsea

Poems 2002
Crisis
Finding Each Other
Kindred Spirits
Meteor
To Our Youth
At Sunset
Questions
Hollyhock
Holland in Winter

On Society
Mirrors
McKinney X-Tex
Lady Liberty
Making Friends
Old Glory
Walking

Life's Lessons
Child's Life
Crashing Surf
In Search of the Unknown
Love at First Sight
Holding Hands
Grandpa's Tools

Musings
First Snow
Impressionism
Anonymous
Downcast Eyes
Sagrada Familia

In France
French Gardens
Air Show
Cell Phones 01-04

Churches
Lovers in the Castle



Absence

Her smell lingers on
the pillow, permeated
with her dreams.

A sweet perspiration
mixed with thoughts
and sensuous moods,
a soothing lotion
to soften dry solitude.

Her smell lingers on
the pillow, permeated
with her dreams.

My legs reach out
are chilled by empty sheets,
no music of rhythmic breathing
or moans
to interrupt my sleep.

I seek communion
in fervent worship,
mute flesh of icons.

A well-worn garment
left behind in haste
uplifts my heart
with cast-off scents
of bodies now apart.

I seek communion
in fervent worship,
mute flesh of icons.

The glass of wine
taken in solitude,
the dinner prepared in care,
swallowed,
but not chewed.

A voice echoes
in deserted rooms,
vacant shrines of tedium.

Checking the mailbox
hour by hour
for welcome words
and news that carry power
to save a house marooned.

A voice echoes
in deserted rooms,
vacant shrines of tedium.

Trying to shatter time and space,
mindless chores take the place
of laughter, and of tears,
only one’s reflected face,
alone, in empty mirrors.

Her smell lingers on
the pillow permeated
with my dreams.

 

© 2005 Richard Sidy

 

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