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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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Apr9
Tag Archives: poem
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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Jan1
The Stroll
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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
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Happy New Year! Happy we are still able to count them.
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Dec18
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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Dec4
Face To Face
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it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
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Nov27
The Other People
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it has been weeks
since we had a good
time and talked one
to another poetry
and I weeks of dry
isolation weeks
of mundane problems
sinking down with
all the other people
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Nov20
Dusty
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I leave the dust
to rest on my books
I remove the dust
from my shoes have
you wondered
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transforming desert
the vast space
filled with the wind
voice to instruct
my questioning soul
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Nov13
Language
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things cluttered
I move them around
just a bit as to call them
to make a list of prisoners
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to make them feel less
lonely as my mind
speaks to them
their language
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Nov6
The Forgotten Taste
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the forgotten taste
of bitterness hitting
my tongue again
something
I wasn’t eager
to experience once
again you lash out
anger empowering
you robbing us
of our beauty
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Oct23
Time And Places
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those are places
geographical ones
pins on paper
tips of pens
thoughts of now
lived before
in a dream
we walked
not crossing
eyes shut
if we look the
weft increases
knowledge of
different places
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Oct9
A Luminous Day
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we are here
softly abandoned
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
the night upon which we
both struggled with
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Aug14
Step 4 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
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at times when I plant
basil such a delicate plant
I’ve to be careful to synchronize
my breath while I gently press
the dirt around as when
words sprout on paper
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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