F A.A. Fouch: Poetry
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Poem | Gossamer Gowns

May 05, 2021

Poem | Gossamer Gowns

Poem | Gossamer Gowns
Dear Class of 2021, Here is a little poem for you. I hope you are well, and I hope you take what you have learned and treat your days with love, wisdom, and enchantment. Gossamer Gowns Today I heard the leavesthat seemed to grieve with me. The past is gone--it is no more.And yet, this Moment is the Evermore.Like a child I have prophesied New life on the Horizon. May I

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Poem | Unwind My Memories

March 27, 2021

Poem | Unwind My Memories

Poem | Unwind My Memories
Take the time to unwind my memories. Listen to me deeply, to the stories within. Like a child, lost in the world I have lost myself. Question me back into existence. Remind me who I once was. Photo by A.A. Fouch

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Poem | Too-Small Wings

March 04, 2021

Poem | Too-Small Wings

Poem | Too-Small Wings
“Do not desire," he said to me With wearied eyes and worn beliefs,"Desire only comes to grief;From seeking, there is no relief." I asked him all that he desired--He showed me what he had acquired:All the time that he had spentOn clothes and foodand friends and rent; On chasing after selfish dreams,Desires born of ingrown schemes. I said, "You simply live too

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Poem | A Thought is Like a Bird

February 28, 2021

Poem | A Thought is Like a Bird

Poem | A Thought is Like a Bird
Fragile thought is like a bird--Evading eyes but always heard. Wonderous elusive creature!With intricate and el'gant feature!Away he jumps straight into flight, If ever he’s caught in my sight. Perched upon the window sill Attending to his wondrous trill, Too late I tune to hear his songHeard so quick, then quickly gone. Seen from the corners of my eyesHis home the whole of

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Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning

February 16, 2021

Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning

Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning
My eyes flicker openSleepily. Warm, golden lightCasts a magical hazeOver my room. In this moment, There is no time. I can picture myself Many years in the future, In the place where everyone knows my name, and I am loved as dearly as the moon, For there, In the future, We all reflect the Son. I breathe slowly and peacefully. There is no rush to be anywhere,or to do anything in particular. If

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Poem | Time Does Not Go On For Me

January 21, 2021

Poem | Time Does Not Go On For Me

Poem | Time Does Not Go On For Me
I am currently enjoying my last semester of college, and loving every helter-skelter minute of it. While listening to some poetry by Emily Dickinson in one of my morning classes, I was struck by the idea for this poem about memory. Writers are, I think, in many ways slaves to their memories. I have had a "memory hoarding" issue

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