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Coming to terms with new patterns, accepting those lose by the wayside.
Acceptance and understanding are not easy to come by.
Giving it a shot.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 10.10.2016 @ 7:14 pm


She was tiny,
maybe 4 years old
puttering around next to the pool
but not swimming
He was a grown man,
thought to tease her a bit,
he made a move as if to tickle or scare
She balled up her fists and ran right for him
uncowed, defiant

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.31.2015 @ 6:16 pm


It’s about time to start building an ark. It has been raining
pretty much non stop
for 5 days
torrential rain
tropical rain
flooding my house because leaves get stuck in the drain rain
my dog wont go out for a pee because it’s raining too hard rain
you don’t notice it until it starts raining even harder rain
because it’s raining non stop rain
plum rain
love it

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.26.2015 @ 5:52 am


An inch here
a foot there
always one more “little thing” she needed
help with this
a talk about that
never reciprocal.
a line had to be drawn

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.24.2015 @ 5:59 pm


She was switched out at birth. Born to a mother who wouldn’t or couldn’t keep her, sent away for adoption. Years later she found out who had signed the papers and went to find them. And we in turn found out about her. Ahhh to have escaped from that home.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.03.2015 @ 6:59 pm


Eating was about as close to religion as he got.
Undisturbed by sights and sounds during a good meal
Telephone and computer tucked away
No small talk or disruptions
fully focused, in the moment, contemplative

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.12.2014 @ 5:48 pm


The taxi, bus, shuttle, securtiy check, flight, disembark, transfer, check in, time kill, boarding, meals and movies, too many drinks, silky blankets and strange seat partners, finally landing, get the bags, more buses, hours to go before i sleep, missed bus stops and final taxi home,
all this to get away from you

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 05.09.2014 @ 9:21 pm


She wasn’t sure.
It seemed like a long shot,
being there for someone for the long term
joining goals and hopes and dreams
building a future
more that a day into the future.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 04.20.2014 @ 5:39 pm


She turned and walked
it didnt matter where
or how far
just away
away away away
from the b*llsh*t, the headaches
the lies and the hope that they werent
keep walking
until you can’t anymore

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 04.10.2014 @ 7:18 pm

She turned and walked
it didnt matter where
or how far
just away
away away away
from the bullshit, the headaches
the lies and the hope that they werent
keep walking
until you can’t anymore

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 04.10.2014 @ 7:15 pm


She was so funny
slipping in zingers like bits of pickled ginger
spicing shit up, catching us off guard
inducing snorts and giggles and almost sprayed liquids
of various quantities and temperatures
Vulgar puns, snappy dialogue
Quality comedy
that shit was gold

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 03.26.2014 @ 6:03 pm


There were things she remembered and things she didnt
Moments of intense passion and joy
that were etched in there
immovable and frozen in time.
The more mundane things,
daily life,
her children,
didnt really make the cut.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 03.23.2014 @ 5:47 pm


It was always there
a subtle nudge
a little one-up here,
a little there
small jabs
double-edged compliments
that chipped away
at confidence
that was barely there
at all

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 03.14.2014 @ 8:28 pm


It was hot and smoky in Ed’s,
the roadside tavern full of folks
trying to ease out of work and back into themselves
having a dance, a few beers,
those few turning into a few more,
those dances getting looser,
faces getting greasier
with exertion
and the last throes of summer
she went back to the bar to get another gin
their eyes locked,
a quick spark
and the engine came to life.
Ed’s faded away
in the rear view window

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 02.24.2014 @ 4:27 pm


They swam for hours, out to the dock, sunned and chatted and laughed,
the wonder of summer holidays,
raced and cannon balled
and finally returned to the shore
spent, big grins, contented,
skin wrinkled and deep brown from the elements
like happy little prunes

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 02.21.2014 @ 4:13 pm


The doorbell rang
a man stood at the door with flowers
please sign here
Now what
has he done

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 02.20.2014 @ 5:43 pm


He seemed a straight up person when you met him,
open, warm, a good listener.
He had a wild side, though,
a side that knew no boundaries,
no shame
He was at times ruthless and self indulgent,
malicious and scheming,
his outer veneer a temporary illusion,
a tool for managing social situations
but knowing him longer, better, closer,
he never really changed his stripes,
just masked them when it suited him
to get his foot in the door.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 02.19.2014 @ 4:42 pm


We sat in the back seat
giggling and talking excitedly about where we were going
or what we had seen
or something trivial and ridiculous
as kids do.
A look flashed in the rear view window,
an ominous sound,
one of our names,
and if we didnt quieten, a hand would come
from the front seat,
iron and fire
to slash
at any offending legs she could find.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 02.18.2014 @ 6:05 pm


Her eyes.
Always her eyes.
They telegraphed whatever was going on.
Never mind windows to the soul,
they televised that shit
and sent it global

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 01.31.2014 @ 7:20 pm


She eased to the ground with a sigh
the last breath she would exhale
her essence released to the sky
a thought grasped her mind in those final seconds
a hope that she had done enough,
helped enough, given enough
reached out
to her friends, children,
to people she had encountered in her life
all those moments flashed across her fading eyes
knowing that those things mattered
that in the final tally
they counted

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 01.14.2014 @ 6:08 pm


He went out to the fields every day after he finished in the barn.
The weather was terrible this time of year, rain and sleet,
golfballs of ice pelting down,
still, he had to check and make sure things were ok,
tied up, tied down
mild the cows, feed the animals
Some days he felt 70 years old
he was only 50
Wind and sun creased his face
like a veiny dried leaf
hands calloused like thick cord
grip like steel, eyes like the sea,
deep, blue, cold.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 01.12.2014 @ 6:35 pm


id love to be
but i find my tongue tied,
fingers snagging, entwined,
unable to move as they should,
wield pen as they should,
pluck and strum and do anything but drum as they should
so i sit and stare and wish
i could tell you
just how beautiful that day was,
that girl,
that love
my heart swells, about to burst from the knowledge,
the truths
but nothing comes,
no language,
no rhythm,
no pulse except my own stymied one.
le sigh

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 10.18.2013 @ 8:55 pm


the future she had imagined was gone
she moved on, made new friends
kept on living
made a new life,alone,
and ok with it
most of the time
but sometimes
felt denied,
‘i was robbed’ she said
‘i coulda been a contender’ she said
‘i have so much to give’ she said
as she walked in front of the midtown bus

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 09.30.2013 @ 6:49 pm


pulling a job like this always awakened lusts and hungers that could scarcely be quenched
he went to his local, gorged on food, booze, women, life
and, satiated, crawled out in the wee hours to home and bed,
a few dollars richer if he was lucky,
spent, demons appeased,
get up and do the same tomorrow

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 09.03.2013 @ 8:05 pm


It was invisible to the eye
but her words lashed and scarred
as much as any whip or flail
leaving an indelible mark
that lasted a lifetime

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 09.01.2013 @ 5:37 pm


Saturday night I went out dancing
kind of didnt want to
was feeling lazy and introspective
but i went out
to support the friends who were throwing the party
even though i didn’t feel very social
and kind of felt
like spending the weekend in the mountains
with a friend
for his birthday
taking some time to think.
Broke my foot dancing
in bare feet
on carpet
(when i bust it out on the dance floor, i bust it)
took myself to the emergency
a little drunk
but not too bad
for 230 am
stayed there a few days
had surgery
titanium plate and screws in there now
looks pretty badass
now im at home, starting week 2 off work
guess i got that time to reflect after all
careful what you wish for

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 08.24.2013 @ 6:15 pm


throwing one’s cape down before shoving someone into a puddle

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 08.13.2013 @ 7:31 pm


In the sun, soaking it up, a life time of baking away her cares, reading, chilling, dreaming of exotic places and once she got there doing the same thing, in the sun, soaking it up, a life time…..

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 08.08.2013 @ 8:07 pm


It was a strange friendship, strained at times, awkward and disjointed at worst, but there was a quiet comfort to it, silences, looks, contented sighs in each others’ company that made it right.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 08.07.2013 @ 7:26 pm


Losing it, totally losing it.
Livid, flustered, taut as a coil and ready to launch.
He a put a hand on my shoulder, the smallest of gestures,
a quiet word.
That’s all it took.

» Posted By Miss Ann Thrope On 06.30.2013 @ 6:49 pm

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