Category: Poems
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Right Words Right Time
Can words voiced aloud arrive as birds do, Swoop to perfect perch on breeze-tossed branch As exact poise enfolds motion until launch again Greets air ever-changing to touch, with grace; Can mots juste walk in? Show up on a screen?
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What?
A toe dipped in chaos, are you crazy? Well, I may be, but if you think you’re not Soaking in it, in illimitable potential That floats all boats and also swimmers You, my friend, are misusing imagination
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Salt Water
In not so many words may the bone-deep Hurt be met with welcome togetherness To let that place know that it can be heard In a ready midst that says you too can burst Into the grace of rain that blesses this earth
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Overwintering and then …
Some instance says yes, and now Waiting is done, germination begun With urgent tender let’s get started Embodying generational resurgence: The seed is dead, long live Maples
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Apprentice To Clouds
The dozens of textures at onceOf advent of laden raincloudsDisplaying forceful assertion And In the exact same processResult and author both ofCeaseless yieldingTo what comesA speaker of wordsDares lightning strikeTo attempt to conveyWhat wind visibly wettedAlways says And This one felt requestedTo make verbal sketchSpoken invitationWritten listeningTrust becomes 2017-04-03 22:49