Riddle of the Sphinx (in Oedipus Rex by Sophocles)
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Tag Archives: poetry
COVID-19 Has Brought Me Back – Part I
There’s hardly anything I can do right now because of COVID-19. I can’t be around family and friends. I can’t eat inside restaurants. I can’t go to the gym. That one’s really not as relevant since I didn’t go to … Continue reading
Posted in COVID-19, Poems
Tagged COVID-19, home, National Poetry Month, plague, poetry, shelter-at-home, virus
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The Doctor Sent Her Away
“The Doctor won’t even see her,” my sister said. What? Major infection is in her arm – the arm where she had the surgery! “That’s why they won’t help her at the clinic – because it’s associated with the surgery. … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Poems
Tagged doctor, emergency room, God, infection, oath, poetry, surgeon
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Is Emily Dickinson’s Bird a Chicken?
Poetry – I love it! I love reading it. I love listening to it. I love absorbing it. I love analyzing it. I love writing it. I love reading (and hearing) other people’s interpretations of it. I read many essays … Continue reading
Posted in Eccentrically Eclectic, Songs Come to Mind
Tagged analysis, bird, chicken, Emily Dickinson, Hope is the Thing, music, poetry, Trailer Bride
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