Poems
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Grandma's Bed
1st place prize winning blank verse poem
A painting lures me back in time this day
Past sumac patch where candelabras flame.
Penumbras left by artist's brush to muse
Appear on canvas spawning autumn hills
Like crazy quilt once spread on Grandma's bed.
An attic holds the what-nots that were hers.
Cadenzas improvised by wind on stone
Have furnished sound without her solo voice;
Instead, her epitaph provides the words.
And I reach back to trim her lantern bright.
(Between the Thorns by M. Ray Allen - Page 1)