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POEMS: twenty cents each


By Mary Ann Archibald


Copyright © Mary Ann Archibald 1995 - 2012


Smashwords Edition


Cover image: “Amy” (Bougah Dog No. 1)

Original painting © 2004 Mary Ann Archibald


www.MaryAnn.ca

Dear Reader,


Thank you for reading this “living” ebook of poetry. I update and expand the book when fresh poems are available. Overtime, I will add even more poems (and illustrations), which will hopefully make for a fun reader experience, because the book will grow longer and possibly wiser, just like that magical book in Harry Potter. After all, we are in an age when books themselves are made of magic.


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License notes: All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. No part of this publication can may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other way), except for brief quotations in reviews). The license is non-transferrable. Two of the poems were previously published, see details at end of ebook.

Table of Contents (TOC)


Note to reader

POEMS

Brass

Mock Orange Evening

Civic Duty

Fudge

The River

Dreamy Duet

Dreamed I was Dead

Meditation

Snowflakes

The Traveller

Rejection Collection: The New Yorker Poem

END NOTES

About these selected poems

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Brass


polished notes

through corridors of brass

wind their way

through fields of melodies

raking corn

spearing fish

with nipped ears

hear bright yellow sound

flowing freely

bubbling along the

river’s edge

of an elevator’s interior


penthouse notes

of executive brass

work their way through fields of commodities

raking it in

spearheading deals

dripped tears

flow blood red

bubbling along a

child’s face

on the edge

of the third interior

Mock Orange Evening


On being a girl who 

loves enveloping my head

in the scent of the mock orange.


To close my eyes

and think about world peace

Until I am dizzy.


From its fragrance

and greenery of possibility

with those vibrant white petals.


That light up the night

eclipsing fireflies

on a hot July evening.


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