Photographs Our photograph of today becomes the old snapshot of yesterday stored in a box down in the basement until time allows for memories ***** by Lori Lipsky photo credit: Spiderstock/istockphoto
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A Winter Storm
A Winter Storm
We measured the
snowstorm by
ankles
knees
thighs
hips
waists
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by Lori Lipsky
photo credit: istockphoto/M. CarrollMom’s “S” Word
Because At Least We Are Reading Mom is strict, but She bends the rules On her “s” word Whenever we carpool Past the billboard We read and read Loud as we can From the back seat Until the best-sign-ever Disappears from sight ********** by Lori Lipsky photo credit: Anita Klumpers
Unwanted
Unwanted Chop those leaves Rake those leaves Blow them to the curb At night cool winds whirl in unseen and swirl leaves back to unwelcome places ********** by Lori Lipsky photo credit: iStockphoto/Alblec
Shade
Shade In pleasant shade of poplar trees we shared a picnic lunch and whispered first promises. Over years, storms destroyed our picnic spot, but still we persist, shielded by the shadow of promises kept. ********** by Lori Lipsky
A View
From our Hotel Window on the 14th Floor To the left, the water view where boats rock quietly under the sound of seagulls. To the right, the mountains peek through gaps between high-rises. Across the wide city street one Vancouver resident keeps his penthouse blinds open, so we may observe him walk under high ceilings, among his elegant furnishings. ********** by Lori Lipsky
The Sunflower
The Sunflower Tarry a while for too soon flowers turn to seed, and pressed, they fade to oil We beg you linger longer, though autumn threatens to carry you away ************
by Lori Lipsky
photo credit: S. Chanthapan, istockphoto
Summer is fading fast. Are you ready to say goodbye?
One Last Summer Cinquain
Summer Cinquain
Cool breeze—
antidote for
oppressive heat, sunny
sun, sticky clothes, sweaty foreheads—
proceed.
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by Lori Lipsky
Humility
Humility
Humility disappears
the moment
we recognize it
in ourselves
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by Lori Lipsky
Rings on her Fingers
Rings on her Fingers by Lori Lipsky She wears rings on three or four fingers to match the color of her necklace and earrings, all which coordinate with her ensemble of the day. Each time we meet for coffee she wears a different color: ruby, blue sapphire, emerald, coral, amethyst. We need no other reason to be friends. The color takes me home, back with mother, who wore the prettiest rings and had the kindest smile. **********
