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Words Dancing Together
Tamara Chicoine
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At any given time I have a thousand ideas and words dancing in my thoughts. These words are just waiting to arrive on my page and tell their story. I am almost always surprised by the end result of a finished piece. It is nothing like I intended it to be. I have learned to trust the process and let the words have their way.

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Original Poetry by Tamara Chicoine
Autumn 2018
Sweet Summer
Summer, you have left me
an abrupt departure
the empty wine bottle still on the back deck,
the label, La Rioja, faded by the afternoon sun
My sandals lay on the brown grass
where bare feet and painted toenails
slipped into their softness
now they are covered in a killing frost.
Fire, once alive with frolicking flames, chattering sparks,
surrounded by green striped lawn chairs,
moving shadows, laughter
now lifeless, blackened charcoal, asleep.
I did not heed summer's warning
while walking along the wooden bridge,
the immense trees's arms dangling down at me,
cool winds stripping the leaves from their limbs,
they roll like handfuls of copper pennies thrown at my feet.
Canada Geese above me
flocked in perfect formation and determination
in my mind I could hear the swoosh of their feather grey wings,
still I did not believe you were leaving.
Now the October morning air bites at my face
as if to say, I told you so."
Summer, I shall leave the empty wine bottle
as an offering to you
that you will come again,
bringing familiar surprises
of warm nights and yellow wildflowers.
I will forgive your departure
and it will be like you never left at all
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