Tag Archives: beauty

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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On Writing

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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain

these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas

needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02

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Firecrest

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why not marvel

at the thin long beak

of the firecrest

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or cry tears realizing

such songs

came from a thumb

size chest

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he fit the mouth

of my cat

so little it was this

bundle of joy

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covering the sky

among trees

with his wings

soft in my palm now

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My Feelings

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my feelings this time

don’t want to stay on

paper or even reach it

there’s is a modesty

to them as they rise

from my aging family

I move from pangs

of anxious pain to

serenity as giving

honor to vulnerability

brought forth a new

sweetness to be

savored alone

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Summer Poems – We Stall

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we stall through August

aside the rare days

when the sky thundered

the wind hissed and shout

and we run up and down

closing windows pulling

shades and lifting chairs

the following steps

were those of picking up

the tender plants uprooted

from the garden the scattered

tomatoes and plums

august with its singing nights

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Secret Name

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I dreamed my secret name

yes it was written

on a white stone

everything was crystal

clear then just like

the sky today harmony

coated and I felt so

relaxed so sleepy

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I fell into another night

when I woke up I could

not make out the writing

and I got news of more

deaths more killings

more drowning crimes

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if I could if I just could

tell everybody their

secret names

waking them up to life

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