by Daniel Zomparelli

March 21, 2011

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  • Ooops, all the lines fell out

    Ooops, all the lines fell out of the above poem when I posted it.

    Posted by Arnold Porter March 31, 2011 18:23:38

  • This is an interesting

    This is an interesting artlcle. As a hospice counsellor who writes poetry, I am interested in your project and to its applicability to our work here at Victoria Hospice. Perhaps you could tell me whaty the two assignments you offer your patients are (besides the offer to write a poem for them? Thank you for your help

    Here's a poem of mine so you can see what I'm doing. Arnold

    A THOUSAND

    A thousand houses,
    A thousand trinkets:
    Paintings, knickknacks, Christmas cards,
    Pictures of family, of kids growing up,
    A thousand beds,
    A thousand families,
    Sons, Daughters, Husbands, Wives,
    Caring, distraught, laughing, crying,
    Counting time in days,
    As sunlight comes and goes
    Across the carpets
    Across the walls,
    As the moon and street lamps
    Shine in the windows.
    A thousand pill bottles
    A thousand bouquets
    A thousand injections
    As a thousand actors take their bow and
    —in their own way—
    Leave this stage.


    A. Porter

    Posted by Arnold Porter March 31, 2011 18:14:52

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