Stephen W. Buchanan

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Out of Context

Herein lies truth
Herein truth lies
Maybe uncouth
But no surprise
The twisted word
is made absurd
to spout with doubt

We Can’t Go Back

The past is gone
The future hails
with each new dawn
To what avail
Come with me now
and we’ll see how
we fit in it

Life’s Unfairness

We’ll all agree
life is not fair
Why should it be
We’re all just there
It sucks a lot
But sometimes not
when there’s love’s cares

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Stephen W. Buchanan is someone who enjoys writing poems. He found he especially enjoyed writing ha’sonnets when the form was invented and has been told he writes them well. He publishes his ha’sonnets at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet” and occasionally elsewhere, often with a cat on his lap.

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Whispering Gratitude

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one last time
a slow stroll
rising up the stairs
feeling the worn railing
under my hands
gliding on the smoothness
of years waxed
with the oils of progeny

peering into the empty bedrooms
faintly hearing the cacophony
of my giggling girls
from ancient slumber parties
the distant laughter
echoing in the corners
what the walls have heard
of childhood secrets

turning to the future
gently placing one foot
down in front of the other
thank you, safe haven
i’ll treasure the memories
as one last sigh escapes
and one tear travels down
i say goodbye