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Presenting the lovely work of Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper:
BIO:Living in Portland, Oregon, married with four children and six grandchildren, Sharon is an active member of the Women's Assn. of the Oregon Symphony. An astrological Leo, this lady thrives on poetry and music. Driven by a need to have her thoughts preserved for posterity, she writes of things closest to her heart, family, children, nature.
Sharon has been published in Sienna's Poetry Suite, Fluid Ink Press, Panda Poetry Magazine, Nature's Echoes, The Window of Remembrance, Mi Poesias E-Zine, Battle Stars', Special Edition of Poets & Poetry, Providers in Partnership for Kids, Angel News, A Poet's Odyssey, Mi Poesias Poetry Forum, Flashback 1960's, and future publication in, The Silence Within, In The Eyes Of The Wild and Wired Arts for Wired Hearts.
all poems on this page © Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper website
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My loves: family, children, nature, flowers. These are the things that dominate my poetry.
I am a lyric, a dinosaur. Being a wife, mother and grandmother has given me a wealth of topics to draw on from personal experience. I can't seem to turn off the thoughts that tumble constantly anxious to find a home on paper.
My signature poem best describes me:
Introspection
Part of me has lain sleeping most of my life. It stirs and stretches. A composite of a lifetime put to paper. With pen and purpose I find completion. Expression of my deepest feelings: my destiny.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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New Beginning
Aurora rises, mist drapes the dawn, morning fog is capped by a veil of sun.
Her finger brightens the sky, throws a shaft of light. Clouds seem alive softened by golden haze.
A spectrum appears in the sky, a splendid beacon for a goddess. I hold out my hand toward her brilliance.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Little Mimics For Alissa and Brittany
Ostentatiously they come. Little people mimicking their elders.
A cloud of feather boas, necks a-glitter with throw away jewelry, dresses too short or too long, trailing hem or sagging shoulder.
Costumes saved from a past holiday, castoffs piled for pleasure. Makeup gaudily applied to smiling faces, they preen and posture on parade with regal condescending gestures.
They approach in a line, modeling with pride and passion.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Pride And Yearning
I ache to see the Highlands, yearn to inhale crisp air, walk beaten paths, remember hillsides that shimmer in rich, purple ripened heather.
Misty eyes see past generations, fierce, invincible clansmen. They fearlessly march across bracken strewn slopes.
Woven clan colors proclaim our ancestry, tradition above all else, pride in symbols and sounds of a bygone time.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Leaves Of Regret
Three maple leaves hang all alone on the tree autumn fades. Brilliant hues of red and gold are mine as memories are made.
With regret I'll have to wait until this season comes anew. Of this fall-time, I'll reminisce; bright beauty that the maple grew.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper (c) 2000
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The Glen
Firs stand high upon the hill, their peaks are shrouded in the mist. Below, the maples soak up sun, by its warmth they all are kissed.
The brook runs by so merrily, gurgling up against the ground. Daisies lift their perky heads as if to turn and hear the sound.
I love this peaceful wooded glen that holds a colorful array. My hope is that I may return, to enjoy another day.
Sharon Rothenfluch 2000
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Kindness Given
Kindness given will always come full circle.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper (c) 2000
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Moonlight
To sail by moonlight is for me a restful joy on placid seas. Smooth, gentle passage is the way to finish off a perfect day.
Plan a special trip at night on sea or bay, when mostly bright. Drink in the most exquisite view. Share beauty known by very few.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper (c) 2000 -------------------------------------------
Sharing
Sparkling eyes and upturned nose, he gets his way now when he goes.
Willful deeds in this small form, seem to be the simple norm.
Sharing Mom will change his turn, another child is coming soon.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper (c) 2000
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Destiny
Written words feed my passion, they wail, shout and slip silently as afterthoughts to my mind's eye. My lips form in an all-out grin or droop with sadness.
Existence without books leaves emptiness in a soul that hungers for earthly tempered dreams. Reach out, touch the light, avid ardor consumes all.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Peaceful Perfection
Cold silver frosts the day. Deceiving clouds, soft and innocent, are thick with snow crystals. The walk is slick beneath my feet, glazed with rime. Boots kick - sound echoes.
Boughs strain earthward, a battle for survival. Snow glistens, thousands of feathery particles dust the frozen pond with a velvet coverlet.
My eyes sparkle and color blooms on cheeks and nose. Lashes are sprinkled with flakes. Perfection in a peaceful dawn.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Tempest
Afternoon breezes freshen. Dark clouds gather on the horizon, littering the sky, auguring the birth of a tempest.
A dense ceiling forms above me. Skies erupt. Driving rain washes the air, slants across the land. Thunder explodes like gunpowder within towering peaks. Shades of gray and black snuff out daylight.
jagged strips of lightening ripple through the sky, hissing, sizzling, igniting the air and purpling the horizon. A wondrous display of natural pyrotechnics.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Solitude
I relish in the solitude, sit with palms held to the heat. Tongues of fire lick the hearth, stroke the walls with dancing shapes.
I'm mesmerized with the leap and sway of flame. Cloaked in alternating streaks of light and shadow, given an image of privacy, there's sweet escape in its mellow glow.
© Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
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Gentle Grace For Brittany
Of graceful form and quiet gentle mein, this youthful girl has spirit to unfold.
Needs confidence to make that courage soar, her family''s aid will help her set the mold.
You fill my life with joy, your Mom reborn. Fly free, small bird, return a woman grown.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper (c) 2000
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