Some moments
feel like uncomfortable chairs
to which you’re
consigned till the awkwardness wears
down your
final resistance to screaming.
Sometimes they occur when you’re dreaming..
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- And Yet
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- A Female of Another Species
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- Not All Trees are Bountiful
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- A Kind of Laying On Of Hands
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- Destiny
- Walking thru the day.
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- Mothers Like That
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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