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... Continue reading ...
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... Continue reading ...
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... Continue reading ...
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... Continue reading ...
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... Continue reading ...
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 ... Continue reading ...
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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