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there are so many things
I wish to do
they root in creativity
so little time
further more less energy
I am in need
of focusing as I learn to float
this wild river
sickness muted my life into
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Jul19
I Wish To Do
Tag Archives: creativity
Mar3
Give Shapes To Music
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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
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Poem from California Notebooks 01
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Mar19
Absolute
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absolute is the space
I search within
the fire the unstoppable
waters that rule me
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Dec11
Poetry Waits
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it’s there you know
poetry waits patiently
for me to return to
our holy silence
to our time alone to
that embrace if I could
never let go always
be poetry myself
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Dec4
Face To Face
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it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
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Apr10
Words
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may my smile
be forever loving
as I play in life
new roles and adjust
words as a tight dress
may wind clothe me
forever changing
just that loving smile
let that one survive
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
Feb16
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 6
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as the steps behind the stage
before the curtains rise fretful
yet filled with anticipation are
these morning poems coming
to me out of silence – eager
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Dec29
Poetry From The California Notebooks
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the sun rests
on my hair on a
winter afternoon
hours fleeting
rushing into the
calm evening
not daring to
go inside subtracting
myself from grace
I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions
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Poem from the newly released book “California Notebooks” now available on Amazon.com
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Sep29
Places From The California Notebooks 2015
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poems come
as I walk
movement inspires
just as mental stillness
more that gut
wrenching rejection
poems come
as I walk and I do
not stop ever
pad out and up as
a mirror to my face
I write looking inside
I well know the path
outside trampled on
it so very often
it may look crazy
it may look maniac
it’s poetry flowing
breath keeping me
(alive)
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Jan27
California Notebooks, 2015
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I recon I could be
creative as the sun
everyday making
enchantments new
shadows new patterns
filling up infinite palettes
it moves slowly
waltzing around
we a revolving object
apparent stillness
for a never
ceasing creativity
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