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Jimmie Radliff

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Afghans

More than one hundred times
she gifted, with miles of stitches
in pleasing varied hues,
those she wanted to bless
with crocheted warmth                
of her caring. 

As long as she could see,
busy hands and nimble fingers
controlled threads through
familiar patterns, which
seemed to take shape                
magically. 

Now she is gone, yet the
soft touch of her talent, and
generosity of her gifts
still envelop and inspire, with
intricate afghan embrace                
of her great love.


© Jimmie Radliff
For permission to publish or otherwise share this poem, please contact Jimmie.

Tradition

Tradition tugs
          at frayed edges
          of modern changes,
hoping to bind
          treasured valuables
          intensely close
with strong, silken ties
          of memory,
          braided with love.


© Jimmie Radliff
For permission to publish or otherwise share this poem, please contact Jimmie.

Post-poned

Desire to write continues
with attempts to learn the craft,
improve the use of forms,
and strive for just the right words
to communicate impressions
with some degree of skill.

Why, then, do I procrastinate,
perplexed at such impasse
which halts my good intentions,
with thwarting, silent struggle
as I approach the challenge
of answering my mail?

© Jimmie Radliff
For permission to publish or otherwise share this poem, please contact Jimmie.

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Standing on the edge of time,                    I falter.
Stumbling over stories    still stored in my mind.
Riches of the past                       are sadly missing
in rhythms of the songs                     I do not find.

Tarrying on time's threshold,                     I listen,
hoping for the muse's words           to help record
experiences                              swirling in my brain
before                                                       it is too late.

Lingering on fringe of yesterdays,               I focus
on songs of life                           I hope are yet to be,
hymns of faith I heard                without recording,
lyrics of love                      languishing unexpressed.

Balancing now,                               I am reaching for
wealth of words                   to retrieve these poems
                                          I         did        not        write.

© Jimmie Radliff
For permission to publish or otherwise share this poem, please contact Jimmie.
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