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Browsing Archive: July, 2011

The Night He Died

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Wednesday, July 27, 2011, In : Free Verse 

The Night He Died

 

Ran shackled buildings, mirrored my time worn spirit

Hours  passed, and birds had flown, and

Soon- Dusk...  beget nightfall.

Crows hid, Inside the pitch of black

and cats, roamed cryptic alleys.

 

As I yielded to life's abandonment,

vague were the  memories

of that somber night.

Dripping in perfumed tears,

dreary and hollow did the earth embrace me.

I ...


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A Rose

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Wednesday, July 27, 2011, In : Cinquain 

A Rose

bush, in full bloom,

create disappointment,

Hiding sweetness. ...A prickly throned,

beauty.


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Blues in Haiku

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Wednesday, July 27, 2011, In : Haiku 

Blues in Haiku

A hot summer day
but not a chill in the air
of the ice blue skies.

Chirps, a mocking bird
while the clouds hang, head over
and the sky is blue.

Her eyes shed water,
as the children play, and splash
pools of crystal blue.


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About Me


Rita Tatum is a poet and writer of short stories. She currently resides in Akron Ohio. Her first poem, titled “Touched by an Angel “, describe her feelings, about a child suffering from a terminal illness. Her story “Going South” , a memoir of her childhood visit to the south, was published in “2001”. She enjoys reading and writing various types of poetry. Her poems have been featured on various poetry sites.

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