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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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Tag Archives: poem
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
*
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
.
to intimidate
the graciousness
of this whisper past
my ears past my mind
.
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
*
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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