Tag Archives: Poetry

The Revelation Of Presence

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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees

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I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions

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boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward

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leaving

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room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice

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The Sea From Afar

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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside

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watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done

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walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin

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my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing

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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.

The Garden Told Me

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the garden told me

it needs me

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a poet to walk along

it to unlock

the unseen unheard

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to feel home

while lost it needed

it told me

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someone that will

walk it for

no reason at all

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if not to be

it to breath along

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The Songs Of Butterflies

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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same

a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose

myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to

the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back

This poem, written in 2014, is from the collection California Notebooks 01, click on the title if interested in your own copy.

Possibilities

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tall piles of books
tall piles of paper
tall piles of drawings
tall piles of note taking
tall piles of poems scribbled

a few empty jars cleaned out
I live in my ideal city pushed
back in the corner I sit
each title a windows’
line each space

a possibility

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Poems Come

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when you honor
three layers of mountains

brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you

against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball

poems come floating
the crystal breeze

This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.

To The End

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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs

jump for joy

the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out

slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars

he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender

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© 2013

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Asking You

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don’t many of us
in this life get the chance
to be human

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even if for a brief
moment of vulnerability

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tenderness entwined in
with love and forgiveness
embracing mistakes

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ours or others
understanding
there are no podiums

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but one race
just one step
following
the other

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one person
looking after another

keeping our necks oiled
to turn around

any given time

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