Toni Atchison Poems

Oh, what far-westering moon
into the early morning winter sky
does crowd that sapphire plane
in abundant silver light?
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I wish you hadn't grown up just yet.
Things were so much easier
when I could fight your dragons for you,
and you thought I was the smartest mom
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the quality of light seems
to be of great interest to me.
Within it I see change
of weather and season.
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Somewhere in the realm of candle,
the light strikes a beam from your eyes.
A lover's voice calls a name so soft,
hands touch warm cheeks and thighs.
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I lay in the dark and listen
to the sound of rain on the glass.
Comforted by the gentle pattern,
swaddled in my blanket.
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(for April)
this was a joking comment on writing poetry when short on sleep (I suffer from insomnia) . I wrote it for my daughter, who dared me to put this on here. Forgive me......
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In this new house in the spring,
I must learn the light anew.
Fresh lessons of dappled bright and shadow,
a quiet street,
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Round and round and around they go,
fourty-three men in a long double row.
They teach us of passion, of teamwork and hate,
and so every weekend I make a date,
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I don't love January rain-
at least, not like I used to.

Maybe it's being in a different house
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Full moon sails high behind
a shroud of cloud tonight.
Though she is aging,
the shroud she lines in silver
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