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waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
Aug9
Stop To Receive
Tag Archives: Poetry
Aug9
Stop To Receive
*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
Jul26
Star
*
slowly I breath
slowly I learn to be
myself mobile
in the universe cosmic
light I shine a bit
as I breath slowly as
a pulsating star
.
.
Jul19
Neoplasia
*
I have learned
about richness
.
breath and time
.
I have been made
rich by this knowledge
.
Jul12
Time
*
my gorgeous shell
is broken
in spite of all my care
attention
in spite of people’s
praises
.
some dark spots
where
found inside spreading
they cut me
to pull all of them out
saw me back
.
I still hurt where they
broke me
I lost that harmonic beauty
I need to heal
time is what I paid all of this for
to have more
.
.
Jul5
Suffering
*
I feel the suffering
of my own body
the struggle yet
.
feeling not fighting
.
allows serenity
to surge to grow rich
in pain to rise up
,
Jun28
Resting with Trees
*
the June thunderstorms
are a joy for my garden
and I
my body giving in to rest
with the parched trees
.
Jun21
Growing
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with poems I color
my emotions of new hues
stretch the perimeters
.
grasp a dreamed story
giving it legitimacy
the gifts are shared
.
my soul’s eyes scan
the air around of me
the breath of God
.
the most soft of nests
I am watching myself
growing with as I create
.
Jun14
In Between
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my mind is resisting
as of now
the good side of this
the pain
only the pain is loud
.
Jun8
Can You See
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right in the middle
someone turned off
—— my light
.
since I have this feeling
.
of disconnect
of not getting what’s going on
of abiding dark
.
can you see please
what
I am going through
.
.
May31
Kind Words
*
what if I told you
to send me water
.
as everyone is
busy sending me light
.
may healing come
without parching
in a bath of light
.
as well as sipping
in all the water
.
I need to stand
tall once more
.
May24
Hospital Time
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in silence
is solace
is healing
.
in silence
sleeps comes
taking me places
.
while my healing
is weaved inside
my wounded body
.
silence is planning
my next steps to
warn off the enemy
.
that came inside
as shift as a thief
the cancerous cells
.
May17
Children Asleep
*
how many times
have I tried to
describe the
feeling of
tenderness
arising in me
in a poem
.
as I walked the
garden at night
at dusk or through
cloudy days when
your little heads
are reclined all
closed down as
.
children asleep
.
the daisies would
not hear me
nearing them
a motherless
woman being
the greatest
mother of all
.
May10
The Great Unknown
*
the great unknown
isn’t death I fear
to do harm to my body
this I fear indeed
to make poor choices
given what others say
not to discern my best
.
yet surrender
like a fish’s body in
stormy waters.
.
⁃ for what I know
.
that may be safe
to let the invisible pull me
while trusting fate
.
Apr26
The Act Of Poetry
*
the act of poetry
may help to face fear
.
in that willful gaze
to dissolve it in writing
.
in the act of reading
in the sounds severing
the space around us
.
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