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Reveal
It begins with self-recrimination that sits with me in morning’s silence. Then opalescent light stirs the air, woos me to a path of no retreat. Beauty breaks open the shell of solitude as my soul mingles, finds robes of God … Continue reading
Small Stones #3: Storytelling
Beneath embossed transparency of ice lie earth’s ancient stories, its record of upheaval and renewal. I am reminded of this face, embellished by vagaries of living. But my soul is not captured by the cold or bitter storms for long.
Posted in free verse poetry, nature poems, poems of gratitude, poetry of aging, Small Stones poems, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, ancient wisdom, humaness, ice, water, winter
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December Lights #3: What is the Miracle
There are many ways to lose one moment as you find another between the beginning and end of what you think you know. It may be at market so hunger follows you whereupon you are snared by a siren flash … Continue reading
December Lights #2: If Wishing and Hoping
If wishing could make our world part ways with its grief and woe, I wish for gratitude and good work to reap the wisdom of our human follies. If hoping could give every child a bed and bread plus safety … Continue reading
December Lights #1: Legacies
In these halls lived those who strolled, sang, cried out, embraced, who perhaps sought truths of sage, seer or God Almighty, and the keys to perplexing locks that would not give way their secrets. They, like us, mined answers to questions oftentimes … Continue reading
October Offerings/Small Stones #5: Healing
Today one thing that lifts pain from ancient wounds: prescient light exhaled from water’s breath, life’s alchemy delivering more life. (Photo credit: Koenraad De Mol/Koenraaddm’s Creative photoblog)
October Offerings/ Small Stone #2: Cure
The dart of loneliness pricks the mind with a warning of poison. The antidote is rare and must flood the heart with selflessness.
September Segues/ Poem #6: Find Me
She says find me then is obscured by quirks and false clues that betray her history, those lavish nights that undid the good, the mornings that collapsed under their own weight. Her face is beset with suspicion. Words fold up like paper … Continue reading
Posted in free form poetry, people poetry, poetry as story, poetry of love and loss, Uncategorized
Tagged being found, heart, humaness, love, regrets, relationships
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August Meditations/Poem #2: Body Talk
In the interest of relief let us not speak of pain, the way it snares the mind as it slinks between nerves like a demon silkworm working, its small beginnings making quick ruin of the softness that cushioned the day. In … Continue reading
May Variations/Poem #9: Restoration
This is the way nothing is lost. This way the soul is tethered to the body, the body to the woman who has breached all the boundaries that were erected around her. The line from there to here is meant … Continue reading
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