Tag Archives: writing

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.

Beauty Lingering

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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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Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks 02. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, a discounted copy click here. I would love to find a review from you. Best Wishes!

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In Sickness – Three Steps

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1.

winter came early

this year to me

and to so many

others counting

the dead ones

holding tight

to a thin opening

of breath whistling

almost in an out my

house old all of a sudden

2.

I do repeat I love you

to my self five times

at day more really

because it helps

my lungs relax

I feel larger

than life

simply

saying

to myself

I do love you

hold on tightly

3.

all shall pass one day

not today maybe

please not

today

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Chapel of the 1348 -1478- 1576-1930 Plague, Italy.

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Tomorrow I Won’t Forget

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I move a strand of hair

away

from my face hanging there

for too long

as I didn’t want to remove

you when

I found too many bottles

empty

outside in the trash cans your words

lies

crawling up obscuring my

mind

as my heart knew nothing

but love

then

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Tomorrow is International Day For The Elimination Of Violence Against Women and I won’t forget my yesterday.