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August Poem-A-Day–Day 28

Letter to the Woman Who Wore My Wedding Dress

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 27

A little late, but better than missing a day. I have three drafts going that I don’t like and might have to change but have no time to do so.

Toward the End of Summer, We Open the Windows

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Bragging

I’m very proud of my nephew, Devyn Robuck, for an excellent performance at the Fort Collins New West Fest last weekend. He played a 45-minute set, mostly his own music, and drew quite a crowd.  The Fort Collins Coloradoan says to keep an eye on his career… so do so.

By way of shameless promotion (at least it’s not self-promotion), his work is available on iTunes.

August Poem-A-Day–Day 26

Today was one of the longest days in a while, both mentally and physically for me, and I was so bent out of shape at one point in the day that when I tried going back to a poem I started yesterday for today, my mind was not having any part of it.  So after my requisite walk to attempt to calm the misnomer of a savage beast inside of me, I wrote this, but still hate the title and still think it is missing about three lines at the end.

When a Poem Hides

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 25

It should be mentioned that if you haven’t visited the blog of my friend Oliver, you should–on a daily basis through August at least.

Today’s poem is brought to you by my copy editing job–at least, the title and the premise.

Molecular Taxonomy

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 24

The tally from tonight:

falls: 30+
tantrums: 4
bathroom accidents: 2
flooded toilets: 1
tired parents: 2

Good thing I finished this poem today at work, because I could not have dealt with it tonight. Today is brought to you by a prose poem.

The Angel of Heartache

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 23

Today was a very busy day, and tomorrow is my 11-hour work day, and to top it all off (like the cherry on top of the ice cream), roller skating with the kids tomorrow night as a fundraiser for Claire’s school.

Roller skating has been a real re-discovery for me. I remember taking lessons at the rink near Stewart’s Department Store and Heartland Food Warehouse (I’ll have to call the family to see if they remember the name of the place).  I first took lessons with my girl scout troop, and was great.  I’m pretty sure it was 1983, I had big hair and two-tone pegged jeans, Wet n’ Wild navy blue eyeliner, shirts with collars, and a ‘tude.  My friend Sharon and I worked out this whole routine for the end-of-session party to Quiet Riot’s rendition of “Cum on Feel the Noise.”  It was awesome–forward and backward skating, synchronized shoot-the-ducks, camels… and then the day of the party they change the song to “footloose.”  We tried to do the routine to it, but it just didn’t match.  Junior high and high school beckoned, and that was the end of my roller skating days, until we took my kids a few months ago for the first time.  And now I’m looking to get a group of grown-ups together for Sunday night’s “Adult skate” where they’ll play old skool and new music, and it’s grown-ups only.  If you read this and are in the Denver area, let’s make a plan.

So today’s poem:

A Day Cycle

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 22

A little late, but we had a great time listening to music at New West Fest yesterday, I was not awake enough to post last night.

The Hardest Part of Night

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 21

Thanks to my friend on the SAR team for this one…

Another Rescue

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August Poem-A-Day–Day 20

A Note for E.

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