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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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Tag Archives: night
Jul19
The Garden
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night
where perfumes
sail
to the clouds
away
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare feet
on sleepy grass
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Apr19
California Notebooks, 2016
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nocturnal teachings
take less time as
the soul returns
to its sponge shape
sound and sight
amplified by the
lack of others’
anxiety I could
breath in
a revelation
with no need
to exhale
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Mar29
Nights From The California Notebooks, 2016
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the magic of wondering
what can fingertips do
lightly flying over things
bringing messages back
as the wind over the valley
holding something with
the help of faithful thumb
to be carried closer to
our eyes to be admired
as mountains look at the stars
to be moved slowly
one against the other
to rejoice at the silky
dancing of senses
as the sky covers us to sleep
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This poems will be in a new collection, yet to be published, but the first volume of “California Notebooks” is out. To get your own copy click here
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Oct14
Nights From The California Notebooks
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we see stars
as they burn
incessantly
it was time ago
we orbit the sun we
cannot live
apart from light
even in the darkest
night we seek stars
it’s an impulse that
comes naturally
floating in darkness
we seem to
live from illusion
to illusion light
years away from truth
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Jun23
Nights From The California Notebooks 2015
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the perfumes of night
wash away sadness
tiredness when doubts
crowds between brows
as swiftly as they may
sure go deep down
inside we know senses
know better indeed
roaring thoughts
are light a flap
or two
to take us
higher away
embrace me now
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Mar31
Nights From The California Notebook 2015
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some nights
I soothe restlessness
vacating the house
for a brisk walk
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until steps get
few and slower
I may stargaze
or understand at once
those leaves shaking
in the dark torpor
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I may turn to catch
the light patter of
my shadow born
under the moon
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Mar11
Nights From The California Notebooks 2015
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the stillness
of some nights
has few equals
owls sounds
out of nowhere
under this canopy
honeyed darkness
wrapped around
my lonely steps
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Jul31
Up in Smoke, July 2013
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the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not
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need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need
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recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries
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such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are
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those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all
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Mar24
The London Hours, 2012
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hate me not to love me ah
destroy me to forget
me, spit on me
as you know
the clear
water is
in me
and you
hold no more
decency having
lost everyone and
yourself is but a shade
fading soon into your night
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Feb4
The London Hours, 2012
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People
strolling past
midnight in the countryside
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heads covered
the sound of
steps placed in the dark
where words are
clearer and
silences sharper
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as we used to be.
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Sleepless
houses
observing
faking a doze.
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