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maura Ennenga's Writings

Poem
Dec.18.2011
The waves on Whaleback were fierce and the winds were orange Minneapolis was clear and sunny and the bungalows stood proudly in a row The beach grassess on Martha's vineyard were blowing with recognition Grand Rapids was still as any Sunday can be....   This is where your children are hovering, pacing, sleeping. This is where your children wait to hear the...
Column
Jul.11.2011
It was friday at the Farmer's Market. The One with Petuala the large live size swan. I made my way over to the healing soap lady. We both sell at the same market's and I had not introduced myself before so I thought it would be the time. She was placing all her soaps out in ther varying displays with the words " Healing Lotions" written everywhere. A...
Poem
Jun.21.2011
The Tent
In my curiosity I never would have imagined that pulling the pole out of the middle of the tent would have such lifetime implications no more openings for others to get through no more ways to figure it out its just a pile of blue nylon sitting in the backyard alone and empty no more need for me to wake at night and look for the air pocket or beg for a little...
Poem
May.22.2011
THE YARD IS FENCED THE GRASS WILL NOT BE SHORN NO LOUD ANXIOUS MOWER WILL KNOCK ITS CRICKET CHOROUS DOWN NO INTERUDING NEIGHBORS SHALL SEE ME NOR INTERLUDING VAGRANT WILL PEER AT ME LAYING IN THE THICK LUXURY OF LONG HAIRED GRASS MAKING ANGEL POSTURES SEEKING THE SKY LISTENING TO MY HEART WHISPER WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT SLIGHTLY SEEING THE WINDS BECKON  FOR THE...
Poem
May.16.2011
    To often how often not often enough what color red what sense impending doom nervous side angles and averting eyes soft and loud reverberations apologies and forgivness always hard and often but not often done well...
Poem
Apr.07.2011
The Shadows today, reminders of the newness coming yet again into play The trees naked and adorn with buds waiting to burst ripe and new The black willows hold their own bends leaves of old, stained lay in stiff piles waiting for the funeral rakes to take them up nothing is crisp sodden it is with the cold wetness of the earths winter gone by the hearts in the...
Poem
Mar.15.2011
  Your feet long and slender Fully arched like a cathedral entranceway Toes of length sinewy and strong The feet that never walked away Feet of strength knowledge of origin My how you carried all the worlds troubles into the basin of those lovely feet You fanned them like windshield wipers whilst planted on the navy ottoman Mezmerized with your mystery  I...
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Mar.13.2011
  I accomadated twisting turning anyway, just to make it easier for the box to fit into the shape who cares  what comes from  the wears and tears from years of shoving it into place who cares what cost they may come at ah but we try to do so because we felt love for one another in the safe mist of the dark grey worldly waves because we felt the sex and...
Poem
Jan.09.2011
  Slide showing in my brain, the audio is my heart that sings and moans like a southern gospel choir on a hot Huntsville day  the echoes of harmony wailing out from my chest No one seems to hear  I stand in line at the grocer, move through stores unnoticed When I lay in bed we speak, you listen and only the reverberations of energy upon my arms assure me that...
Poem
Dec.28.2010
Lately my sleep is dreamless audio is loud and I hear myself but i cannot translate it, what language am I speaking in my dreamland its not tangali, nor french..no germanic sounds are grumbling from my lazy dreamy lips there is no technicolor flashes nor black and white post signs in my dreams reeling like an old film strip but my dreams are leading me and they...