CREEK ROAD GANG
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Mary Porth:
Studies in Triolet
copyright 2010
Vaya Con Dios
We gazed up at the distant moon,
embraced, said our good-byes.
The life we planned could not come true.
We gazed up at the distant moon.
My words would not suffice, I knew.
We’ll share the velvet skies.
We gazed up at the distant moon,
embraced, said our good-byes.
Working at the Free Clinic
Why is it that my life is blest
while his is bare and bleak?
Survival is his daily quest.
Why is it that my life is blest?
If pasts were switched in random test,
what succor would I seek?
Why is it that my life is blest
while his is bare and bleak?
Intersecting Lives
A small brown bird has built her home
outside my bedroom window.
Within a crevice of the stone
a small brown bird has built her home.
Some nights we share a dream to roam
where work and cares cannot go.
A small brown bird has built her home
outside my bedroom window.
We gazed up at the distant moon,
embraced, said our good-byes.
The life we planned could not come true.
We gazed up at the distant moon.
My words would not suffice, I knew.
We’ll share the velvet skies.
We gazed up at the distant moon,
embraced, said our good-byes.
Working at the Free Clinic
Why is it that my life is blest
while his is bare and bleak?
Survival is his daily quest.
Why is it that my life is blest?
If pasts were switched in random test,
what succor would I seek?
Why is it that my life is blest
while his is bare and bleak?
Intersecting Lives
A small brown bird has built her home
outside my bedroom window.
Within a crevice of the stone
a small brown bird has built her home.
Some nights we share a dream to roam
where work and cares cannot go.
A small brown bird has built her home
outside my bedroom window.
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Biographical Note: Mary Porth is a
writer who resides in suburban Philadelphia with her husband and five
children. She claims as her personal mantra the words of poet Nan
Merrill who says, “Keep your heart open and free, make time to dwell in
silence, become a peaceful presence in the world.” Although she
reached the half century mark in the summer of 2009, she’s still unsure
what to be when she grows up. We have previously published some of Mary's poetry , and also her stories "Wednesdays
at the Clinic" , "Ho Ho Whoa!" and "Therapy in Everyday Life."
