Tag Archives: Love

Winter Delving

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today too I went
to dig the winter
iced ground I had some
tears I could not let out

they were there like the
worm holes I saw
in the lumps I upturned

there are some things
I do not understand

about mankind
the worms were gone
hiding safe the dirt

just laid there perforated
all its holes not visible
before now looking up
to the sky under my eyes

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Pick Me Up

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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves

I touch books thrown
back in time where

is all that mind
knowledge gone

the people that
walked with me

transmuted no
stone left unturned

no thing left the same
I let dust be as

my eyes scan spines
bleached by the

sunlight come
god pick me up

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This Whisper

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I write hesitantly

as if scared to feel

too much as if afraid

to make noise

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to intimidate

the graciousness

of this whisper past

my ears past my mind

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I got there somehow

once more afraid

to be cast away

when I was it

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The Birds Trills

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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 

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Wisdom

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wisdom can be found
in forgetting

love is stitched on a
white canvas

an array of colors
red for bleeding

is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep

within

and forgiveness
may be a life raft

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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.

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To The End

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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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Love Is Reverence

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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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