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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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Darling i Forgive Thee

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Saturday, August 6, 2011, In : Free Verse 
Shall I forgive thee my darling
Now that our time is never more
Shall i turn blind eyed, to remnants
scattered, upon the oceans floor.

Shall i forgive thee?
Ill starred, are now my warmest skies
Shall i but drown in bitter tears
before my now benighted eyes?

Can I forget thee darling....and the song
I hummed beneath your artful strokes.
Before you fled into the night
This strange devotion you evoked.

Oh, my darkest darling
I will ever bless your tortured soul
My lagging heart, still holds so tight
For, sadd...

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This Bitter Earth

Posted by Rita F. Tatum on Saturday, August 6, 2011, In : Free Verse 

This Bitter Earth. . . . . . .( I am Earth )

 

I am the rise of creation

I borrow the solar, and

foreshadow the moon.

 

i am a blade of grass cut

by the wind.

The marsh of darkness

 

A tunnel of frozen tears

 

I breathe the potpourri of seasoned bark.

I am........Lily of the valley

 

I am sculpture, upon mountains

And crust, of the ocean's floor.

 

I seed in the dess...


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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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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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