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| connecting poets to events, resources, and one another, encouraging the care and feeding of poetry and poets where ever they may be ... publishing A LINE IN TIME weekly online newsletter and SKIPPING STONES, an annual anthology of Hampton Roads poetry illustrated by photography & art by Hampton Roads photogs & artists. |
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| Featured Poems from SKIPPING STONES 2007 | |||||||||||||||||||
| The Lingering Sounds of Skipping Stones | |||||||||||||||||||
| Allen Weber As he sits on the hood of his rented car, the breezes come remembered, redolent with tanning lotions and alewife. Boats retire from the freshwater horizon-- sway, marina bound, down Black River. His mind follows, past the dancing sedge and orange silhouettes--legs scissor, emerge free of a slip-less dress. As her toes throw the cooling sand-- |
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skip--step--pivot--toss-- smooth, it breaks the tension of the surface again and again and again; winking, concentric eyes fade into the swells. The sun loses interest in another day; in descent, its arc briefly flames the side-armed stone. Flat and tumbled |
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| As they always have, some lovers weave between the last fishermen on the pier while others wade ankle deep. A younger man holds a shadow upon his shoulders. The joy of living: their laughter echoes like bells. And as they alwasy have, the gulls mock cries of mirth or sadness while they navigate the fading heat. |
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| Editor's Note: This poem by Allen Weber was specially selected as frontspiece for 2007 because it so eloquently expressed our most personal relationships with the waters of Hampton Roads. Allen told me that when he wrote this poem he was totally unaware of a poetry collection called Skipping Stones. I call that Serendipity at work; and I thank Allen for this wonderful poem. pf | |||||||||||||||||||
| Click here for more sample poems from Skipping Stones 2007 |
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