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There too was Love
She stood at mountain peak Wrapped head to toe against Prevailing winds. Ankle deep in azure water He waded the river Soaking sun’s ray. Hiking through the world Unknown to one another The winds whispered. It wasn’t in the wild That they would meet; But where they would learn. The secrets of true love, Exposing…
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Unknown
Angels sometimes fall. Demon’s fires are Sometimes quelled. Neither matters for those Already burned by the flames, For those who couldn’t catch the Flow of falling feathers. Hold you thoughts, Until you know, Which, of course, You never Will.
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True Beauty
I’ve spent my whole life Battling dueling demons Too fat, too thin. Finally, I learned, There is only one. Her name is judgement. I learned to love this body mine. Whatever her shape. Today, I see you. A face I’ve missed, Looking beautifully vibrant. And my mind jumps To demons passed. “Have you lost weight?”…
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Always be a Poet
Images swim, Fish in the bloodstream. From river’s mouth To ocean’s depth. Comingling, Creating, Composing. Words emerge Ordered. Speaking truth, Seen and unseen.
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Friendships
We are going to grow old together, My friends and I. We’ll plant tomatoes, Or drink wine, While tears stream down faces, And bellies ache, As we amuse ourselves so. Creating buckets lists, We explore possibilities – All with creature comforts, Within three hours of home. We talk about death, Not because we are close…
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Holy Saturday
Invites us, As no other day can, To simply be. What’s done is done, And what is to come We cannot know. Devastating yet beckoning A new manifestation Of inquiry. Reflection and introspection Had we known death was So close, Or that new life was So near, Might we have emulated The love mandated And…
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Maundy
There is but a passing Moment during which True humility may reign. Upon the brush of a Wing does one forget oneself, Serving another without forethought. No bravado, no fear No consideration but for The alleviation of another’s need.
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(the) Spring Has Sprung!
Spring has sprung! No, not the season of Sunshine and daffodils. But the spring Tightly wound and Resting just under the ribcage. The pressure pushing up the edges Of lips into a mock smile Even as the heart weeps. The spring held in place by the Pressure of words unspoken. The coils pulling teeth Ever…
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Silence
No more moments of silence. The still bodies of babies,are silence enough. Why are we not wailing, flailing, anddespairing in the street, Instead of hiding our grief and outrage behind screens. Typing words only to be read by those the algorithm deems, Instead of coming together in true community? We sit alone, wondering why the…
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Equinox Morn
Equinox morn. Shimmering sun Peeking through the Clouds to the East. A single patch of grass, Illuminated anew. Gnarled oaks Surrounding, Still shrouded in Darkness, holding To the last hours of Winter. This spring? She invites us To let loose Our clinging to the night. Reminding us, To make space for Her arrival in Our…
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Stand Up
Speak up! (choose your words wisely). Advocate with passion, (just not too strongly). Stand up! (and cast no shadow). Use your power to change the world. (but don’t make anyone uncomfortable in the process).
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Dandelion Days (Through my Sister’s Lens)
A two mile hike, Turned hours long journey. There is much to see Through my sister’s lens. She picks weed upon weed, Instructing that I force a Breath, strong enough to Dislodge the pappus From each. She lies on the ground, Climbs a fence to see from above. No, step back, Come forward, Do this…
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Ode to my Favorite Word
In common venacular, It is not thought polite. Those of Puritan ears, At hearing may take flight. Have you one left to give? Or have you used your last? Perhaps you never even had one, But when you’re ready, It will blast! A word is but a word, “Barks” a dog, “quacks” a duck. But…
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Foolish Bravery
The falling snow And freezing temperatures, Do nothing to Quench the fire burning In the belly. A fire ignited By passion, Sourced by injustice, Searing the edges Of dishonesty. Transforming fear into Foolish bravery. Bravery that yells, “NO MORE,” From the rooftops With no consideration of Consequence. A braver angel, thresholder, Walker of the via…
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Ash Wednesday
When a fire burns Transforming the source Of that which Brought it to life, Atoms burst forth From the hold of form. Freeing themselves To return to the Fundamental being of ash, of mineral Of beginning the cycle anew. Reminders of internal fires Brought to ash. Inviting us too, To begin again.
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National Kindness Day 2/17
When the fire Roared through the canyon, And we waited With bated breath, Clinging to one another, As the clouds Of smoke blotted out the sun, We forgot to judge. We forgot to ask who was worthy Of our time, Our wearied smiles, Our outstretched hands. We simply offered to do What we could. We…
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Birthright
Should you but allow your heart to speak without censoring. Dreams, One upon another, flowing into the world. Then you too, are a poet, a writer, a mystic. For when the heart is allowed to speak unencumbered, The speaker becomes the life that has always been a birthright.
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Your Own
I can’t even!Oh, my friendYou can. You can rideThe headWinds, Across hillAnd ocean,Far. Simply closeYour eyes.Dream. You canBecomeYour own.
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Murmuration
Turns itself over. Rolling from the tongue, inviting. A poem set into motion. No explanation. No apparent need. An invitation to join in the dance. Calling all corners, for those who hear and heed. The movement and whispers of the wing on wind. And the promise of unending beauty.
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The Moment
Eyes closed, she stands atop the mountain. Hair blowing wildly, head back, face to sky. She howls at the falling darkness; Slivers of moonlight catch their reflection In her silver hair. She howls long and loudly. Releasing every joy, pain, love and fear Her heart has ever carried. As the last echo of her cry…
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Baby Talk
In one magical, mystical moment judgement of others was suspended! As the people looked about, Their eyes locked onto infant faces, the innocent each person once was. and none knew how or why or what to judge. Instead they looked into each other – searching, deeply lauging, clucking and cooing.
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Lost at 4th and Temple
He’s 40, looking 60; Lost at 4th and Temple. Shivering and wet he huddles in a tent pulling apart at the seam. His family; exhausted sit with their helplessness as tears flow comingling with drops set loose by the atmospheric river travelling over the night. You walk on by, taking an internal assessment of this…
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Webs by Divine
A memory arises as if residual from a dream, But no; a wakeful state. Annie’s voice whispers the Hopi story just as I watch the matriarch of the world crawl out from the center stone in the labyrinth. Grandmother spider, in Annie’s version, moved through the underworlds before arriving at the fourth, where the people…
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Grandma’s Garden
Twinkle lights surround Grandma’s garden Where fairies hide under peace poles And Dr. Suess’ Truffula trees grow. Jasmine and orange perfume the air While water flows, pot to pot inviting Birds, bees, butterflies to come; partake. Deep red are the strawberries across from Brilliant white bursting buds while Dark purple sage and lavender stand tall.…
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Witness
I reached out from the cloak of confusionTo find you sitting patiently in the silenceYou watch as I struggle against the weight of the pain I kick, I cry, I scream You sit patiently in the silence The cloak slowly slips from my shouldersRevealing an ugliness that shames meYou never recoil from the grotesqueYou sit…
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From the Archives – 2003
Eyes shineBrightly.Gentle smiles –ATender kiss.Finger tips –touch,Linger.Over the headsOf the littleOnesThe love flowsA loveMaturedThrough yearsOf livingA lifeShared.2003
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