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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs
jump for joy
the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out
slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars
he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender
.
© 2013
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don’t many of us
in this life get the chance
to be human
.
even if for a brief
moment of vulnerability
.
tenderness entwined in
with love and forgiveness
embracing mistakes
.
ours or others
understanding
there are no podiums
.
but one race
just one step
following
the other
.
one person
looking after another
keeping our necks oiled
to turn around
any given time
.
.
.
*
it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
.
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Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks 02. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, a discounted copy click here. I would love to find a review from you. Best Wishes!
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poetry is
the description
of a transition
the details
of a voyage
into new unknown
lands laying
beside us all along
.
.
Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.
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those shapes of the trees
upside down fringes
to define the end
of earth
merging the sky
such filigree complex
yet common we don’t see
when we casually look around
.
.
*
fall is coming
with messages
thrown at me from above
over my head as falling
leaves passing by
need I to keep
my hands free
.
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Come with me today to my poetry reading in the Coachella Valley in California!
It will take you only 3’09” to be with me and virtually fly there as I introduce you to my poems.
The book I’m reading from, California Notebooks 01 was written there. I wanted to give back to the desert, with this reading, the inspiration it bestowed on me.
This book is dedicated
to those souls whose flesh is too tight
to those whose dreams are real and reality seems
to be a dream
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*
was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
.
was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
.
.
*
why not marvel
at the thin long beak
of the firecrest
.
or cry tears realizing
such songs
came from a thumb
size chest
.
he fit the mouth
of my cat
so little it was this
bundle of joy
.
covering the sky
among trees
with his wings
soft in my palm now
.
.
.
*
I press hard
most of the times
my whole
life to go beyond
.
to detach myself
from disappointment
transcending
into the essence
.
.
.
*
awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
*
the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
.
.
.
.
.
.
*
I am a drawing compass
one feet pointed the soft
one bent on a dance to
go from here to there to
close the circles to jump
out to run free today
.
.
.
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*
there is that voice inside
that opens our eyes to
.
a secret mirror reflecting
.
our deepest nature to
our absolute beauty
.
.
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I’m at loss
describing beauty
a godly attribute
.
words aligned as pearls
.
to become a necklace
and I can’t find
the thread
.
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