http://smiley.vox.com/library/posts/tags/poem/page/1/ Sad Songs on a Broken Ukelele en Vox Sun, 09 Sep 2007 12:07:14 +0900 Copyright 2007 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss poem http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/coming-home.html?_c=feed-rss nobody@vox.com(Smiley) http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/coming-home.html?_c=feed-rss http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/coming-home.html?_c=feed-rss Sun, 09 Sep 2007 12:07:14 +0900 <p class="enclosed-assets" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/photo/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a64d460001.html?_c=feed-rss" style="float:left; margin-right:6px;"><img src="http://a6.vox.com/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a64d460001-50si" alt="Room With No View" /></a> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/photo/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a66e0c0005.html?_c=feed-rss" style="float:left; margin-right:6px;"><img src="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a66e0c0005-50si" alt="Room With a View" /></a> <br style="clear:both;" /> </p> Coming home, no dog to greet, or be greeted by, our plants dried; yet I feel content to be here, again and always with you. Would that I could keep us moving always and never stopping. <p style="clear:both;"> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/coming-home.html?_c=feed-rss#comments">Read and post comments</a> | <a href="http://www.vox.com/share/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a64d790001?_c=feed-rss">Send to a friend</a> </p> photos barcelona poem venice sijo http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/sunday.html?_c=feed-rss nobody@vox.com(Smiley) http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/sunday.html?_c=feed-rss http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/sunday.html?_c=feed-rss Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:23:22 +0900 Sunday In line, waiting Excited, she giggled Flirt, tease, laugh, all at once, she did Leaving. <p style="clear:both;"> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/sunday.html?_c=feed-rss#comments">Read and post comments</a> | <a href="http://www.vox.com/share/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e398a600600002?_c=feed-rss">Send to a friend</a> </p> poetry poem cinquain http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/orange-sestina.html?_c=feed-rss nobody@vox.com(Smiley) http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/orange-sestina.html?_c=feed-rss http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/orange-sestina.html?_c=feed-rss Sat, 04 Aug 2007 22:58:34 +0900 Orange Sestina We used to lie in the dark, the trees heavy with oranges. Out of our houses, through windows we would sneak. The car had to be pushed down the road, stuck in neutral waiting for the right moment to start. Do you remember giggling ... <p style="clear:both;"> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/orange-sestina.html?_c=feed-rss#comments">Read and post comments</a> | <a href="http://www.vox.com/share/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e3989a5ced0001?_c=feed-rss">Send to a friend</a> </p> poetry shadow orange memoir love writing wtf poem remember neutral sneak sestina http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/under-glass-sepia.html?_c=feed-rss nobody@vox.com(Smiley) http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/under-glass-sepia.html?_c=feed-rss http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/under-glass-sepia.html?_c=feed-rss Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:15:34 +0900 Under Glass, Sepia Bound in leather, volumes linger on the walls, Scribbled, flooded, and annotated, lining breaks, Lost and confused, Beauty, thought crawls, Try to spare the lash of your tongue; my eyes only take. Our memory locked in silver fr... <p style="clear:both;"> <a href="http://smiley.vox.com/library/post/under-glass-sepia.html?_c=feed-rss#comments">Read and post comments</a> | <a href="http://www.vox.com/share/6a00c2251e70a18e1d00e3989959e80001?_c=feed-rss">Send to a friend</a> </p> writing wtf poem sonnet