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| For as long as I can remember I have written, in one form or another, whether it was songs, essays, or poetry... The pen was always there. My love for writing influenced my career choice. I have been teaching writing and grammar to jr. high school students for almost 30 years now. I began to write poetry seriously in the late 90's and still pursue this, along with music and art, as one of my creative outlets. I have served as a Sr. Editor for PoetWorks Press since its beginning in 1998. A collection of my poetry entitled Widow Moon was published in 2001. Other publication credits include the magazine Emotions and numerous e-zines, such as Writer's Quill and Poetic Voices. My work can be found in LINKS, Paper Soul, Green Eyes The Greenest Fields, Southern Breezes, and In The Company Of Women. |
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| Peggy Amond |
| Peggy Amond's Widow Moon proves that real poetry is not a thing of the past. Her upfront honesty and ability to touch the reader via her well written poetry is a treasure to find. In this book the reader may expect a fresh and unique approach to emotions and events that shape all of our lives. Peg has the ability to take everyday circumstances, observations, and events and approach them with wit and honesty and a clever use of word images that not only beguiles the reader, but leaves an impression.. Bonnie Sutterby-Editor PoetWorks Press |
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| ISBN 1-93023-24-0 |
| Copyright (c) PoetWorks Press, LLC |
| All Poems On This Page Are The Property Of The Author. Reproduction, Copying, And Any Other Use Is Denied Without The Express Written Permission Of The Author. |
| A Sampling... |
| Love's Symphony Can this song affect a sweeter sound? I dare not dream of such immortal bliss as when enraptured melodies are found within the sole surrender of your kiss, a prelude to this banquet of desire where warm and ripened fruits await your eyes and hungry mouths devour with tongues of fire a feast consumed in lovers' breathless sighs. Unlike the timid touch of virgin skin, this instrument of flesh is played by rote, as nimble fingers coax from deep within the fullest timbre of each gentle note. Love orchestrates each movement of the night as we ascend its scale t'ward passion's height. Copyright (c) 2001 Peggy Amond |
| Leo Peering over your teacup of perfection, eyes fixed on honeyed tendrils fallen from my careless twist. Restrained hands curled into fists as you yearned to tuck them back, pin them into place so there is no escape. Restore order-- even the hairs of my head shall obey your will. Reaching for the clasp, I released captive curls, tossed them into a mane of arrogance, purred an innocent smile, and poured another cup of defiance. Copyright (c) 2001 Peggy Amond |
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| (excerpted from Widow Moon) |
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