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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
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how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
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I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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Oct8
Tag Archives: poem
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
Aug6
Summer Poems – The Dog
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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me
to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget
the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both
.
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Jul23
Prayer
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shy me lord
of what sinks me down
as I fall asleep
let peace wrap me up
my thoughts
lighten my worries
remove just
a timid smile to
welcome you
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Jul9
True Beauty
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knowledge is not
the intuition of beauty
it doesn’t strike the same
nor sinks deep as a thin root
nourishing the soul as
a dilated pupil widening
to the wonderful
beauty is spontaneous
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Jun26
Free Today
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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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May28
Finding Rest
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.
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Apr30
Life 101 – Faith –
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do flowers and plants
have feelings and if so
have they learned fear
yet or live their life
carefree not hunted
down by anything
but seasons of which
they have no knowledge
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Apr23
Shining Bright
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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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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.
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Apr9
Sleepy Grass
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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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Mar5
Being There
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jan29
Perhaps
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perhaps I live for ever
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing
those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs
perhaps I fly protected
in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it
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January 27 was International Holocaust Memorial Day , this poems is my contribution to honor the victims.
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Jan22
To Mary Oliver
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poetry fleets
liquid to the corners
of the eyes laying down
remembrance unable to find
words to wrap up
these feelings
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Jan8
Making Room
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left with questions
raising as people complain
not understanding
hiking the silent way alone
making answers room
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Yesterday it was my birthday, I choose this poetic meditation for today because growing is a beautiful, truly beautiful, journey – even when we don’t understand life.
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