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Monthly Archives: April 2016
Time (sonnet)
Narrow long-stemmed flower of what is, Permit of the moment, of today, Funnels all our wishes to this hour, Shapes forgetting, lightens the mind’s play. Images from past days shadow out, Thinning so they may fit in this point Overstuffed … Continue reading
Posted in joy, love, Philosophy, Poetry, Sonnet
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Wild Tulip (haiku)
Impossibly pure color of a Summer sun wild yellow tulip
Posted in Birds and Other Joys, Gardening, Gardening, Usually Organic, Haiku, joy, Poetry, Spring
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Burden
Dropped blind onto the rocky plain, No map nor compass nor star to guide, Stumbling once, twice, too many times Across a patch of soft wet grass, Mistaking it for an open-hearted oasis, One begins at last to construct a … Continue reading
Posted in Free verse, love, Poetry
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Holding
If I hold my breath will more air fill your lungs? If I hold my tongue, will your voice fill the room? If I hold your hand will my strength become yours? If I keep holding on your breath your … Continue reading
Posted in Free verse, love, Poetry
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To the Doctors
You know your way around a heart, a lung; You spent long years in learning all your skills. You understand what habits to avoid; You know what sickens us and, too, what kills. I know you have a sculptor’s talent … Continue reading
Posted in love, Poetry, Sonnet
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Fears of Losing Heaven
This: Rippling green sea of Spring, laced over in tiny blooms, time to float in this sea, a brown and black island. Also this: Visions of what can be becoming what is, always stretching, always growing. And this: A voice … Continue reading
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Robin Haiku
The robin chuckles at sunlight warming his breast, too drunken to sing.
Posted in Birds and Other Joys, Dogs, Birds and Other Joys, Haiku, joy, Poetry, Spring
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Lab Tanka
Black silk Labrador flows swiftly over green seas, crested blue and white: He knows he won’t catch the squirrel; but there’s joy in every chase.
Posted in Dogs, Dogs, Birds and Other Joys, joy, love, Poetry, Spring, Tanka
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Poll
So tell me now: Are the scars inadequate? Is their lacy tracing on my skin Not enough to hold your attention? Not pretty enough to watch As they squirm their way across my chest? Okay then, how about this: Hold … Continue reading
Posted in Free verse, Patience, Poetry
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Mute
My voice is stilled broken in the dark night of the word Longing for morning silenced for song nor pitch nor tone Love and light still run through the same channels that feed my heart Pressed against the blank indifference … Continue reading
Posted in Free verse, Poetry
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