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I press hard
most of the times
my whole
life to go beyond
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to detach myself
from disappointment
transcending
into the essence
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Dec10
Tag Archives: Photography
Dec3
Worthy
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the minute
I had to convince you
I was worthy
I should have noted it
was the day it
was over
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Nov26
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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Nov19
Smooth
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poetry falls
as pigment
on wet paper
.
creating a world
of beauty
.
marveling
at the smooth
escape door
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Nov13
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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Nov5
To Mew
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let’s sow kindness
even if we no more
like people let’s
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Oct29
Vision
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
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Oct27
Oltre
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essere stesi
non sapendo
.
ma seguendo
il raggio col dito
l’occhio assopito
le schegge nel buio
.
dimenticate nel sasso
che tengo in tasca
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Oct22
Mind Not
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mind not to make
assumptions about
the man you love
not to project on him
the beauty you hold
or wish to be there
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Oct16
Details
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the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
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Oct8
Deep Into
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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
.
how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
.
I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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Oct1
My Feelings
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my feelings this time
don’t want to stay on
paper or even reach it
there’s is a modesty
to them as they rise
from my aging family
I move from pangs
of anxious pain to
serenity as giving
honor to vulnerability
brought forth a new
sweetness to be
savored alone
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Sep25
A Tip
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learn not to judge
just look at things
let them sink in as
images in a mirror
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Sep17
Awakening
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
Sep10
Summer Poems – Giving
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dry leaves scattered
on the summer tall grass
unable to move
.
dead to
themselves ready
to mulch
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withal giving
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