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Browsing Archive: October, 2011

October Blue

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Sunday, October 16, 2011, In : General 

October Blue

 

Dawn beautiful October blue

now bare to hostile blazon winds

gone now the cordial morning dew

paint pallets, harvest time begins.

 

Tally the hours of Indian Summer

where butternut suns still give warm

to wash beaten skies where there is no slumber

and leaden days of Autumn mourn.

 

In russet brilliance birds do squawk

as Summer fields call them to reason

for the turning of the tall corn stal...


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The Death of a Rose

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Sunday, October 16, 2011, In : General 

The Death of a Rose


A rose without love will wither and die.

Do you know why?

A symbol of beauty and undying love,

Like a lone dove up above, without Love,

….a rose will wither and die.

I tell you it is no lie. In all her perfection,

Without constant affection,

Or, abundant protection…

She’ll feel the rejection

And wither and die.

 

A rose left out in the cold,

Can no longer stand brazen and bold.

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PARIS TO MANHATTAN

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Sunday, October 16, 2011, In : Free Verse 

PARIS TO MANHATTAN

 

Fade into rains chatter

on streets of cobblestone

vision faces in the scatter

where leaves have blown

leaves have blown.

 

Ascend the Eiffel tower

chat in quaint,  sidewalk cafes

inhale scents of botanical gardens

in scents of sage,

scents of sage

 

Then we will savor the Moulin

my lips torrid, in rouge

explore the acts of can can

Can we indulge?

we indulge

 

And then jet set to M...


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I search my face

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Sunday, October 16, 2011, In : Rondeau 

I search my face

 

I search my face, not painted pale.

into the morning’s early day

without the cover or the veil

a smile as sweet as a bouquet

 

A sincere glow from nights ballet

A rose that blooms in full detail,

A tawny image for a stay

I search my face, not painted pale.

 

Who is this woman that I hail

and can not ever toss away

In lasting vision, I entail

into the morning’s early stay.

 

Who c...


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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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