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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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the life of a poet
is that of cultivating
yourself so that poetry
may choose to visit you
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This poem is part of the new volume “California Notebooks 03” soon to be published.
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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
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and then
there was that
truck fading away
into the curve after
having committed a
crime I witnessed
I knew I could be
of help if I memorized
the plate but I could
remember only three
numbers and its
shape – none
when I woke up
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cultivate love
not for one person
alone distinguish
like from love
choose to love
you will grow the
perfect climate
to rise in beauty
in good company
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if I could keep my bones
warm and dry my heart
delicately swelling inside
as my eyes roam the air
grabbing not sure how
the poetic words that
make my life worth
living resounding
as a gentle
chime
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I climbed
the curve of joy
this morning
that which is
not caused
by man but by
resilient nature
beauty as a will
written into my heart
that not only
when I die shall
be respected
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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough for our dull spirit
to remember a note
or two
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This poem is in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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if my life
could be spent
under the shade
of a wild mushroom
quietly attending
daily tasks nurturing
souls expecting
the murmurs
of death approaching
as the wind between
the foliage above
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more
I’ve been that route
bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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if you do respond
to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within
and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then
poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing
of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off
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