For Mom
I always remember
Your ink-black hair
Blown into waves,
Rolling away from your face.
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poems aren’t written for guns
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Chef
Chef
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Partly Black
Partly Black
finality of ink
contrasts with water
washing over its body,
thinning its edges,
cutting it, bleeding
its life across the page.
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Marigolds
Marigolds
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Night Rising
Night Rising
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Bounty
Bounty
But gentle waterings and routine care can bring forth fruit,
Groves of shady lemon trees and orange blossoms.
Your love is an abundant yield,
The crops of your heart can still grow strong.
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Nature of Love
Nature of Love
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Order All Around
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Triangles
Triangles
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Apology from Troilus to Criseyde, 1 of 2
Pristine places lie in valleys, hidden between mountains and hills, beyond vision.
I dream that my mind can be like these stretches of land, patchwork pieces of heaven
Laid out in swatches, spread across the land like the Garden of Eden,
an undisturbed paradise.
You satisfy my every need, fulfill the darkest desires I recognize within my conscience,
I apologize for thinking this way - I am thrilled by this passion I feel, but also
frightened by it.
I do not want to think of anyone else.
I am a person wracked with a love of life, drawn to beauty,
Awakened by the talents of others, encouraged by the gifts that people
have unwillingly received.
My heart leaps at anyone who captures all the love I feel, the energy and vitality of life,
Anyone who has mastered some skill, honed the knife-edge of a gift
to a razor-sharp perfection.
I am so happy to be alive, to have the chance to meet these other people, to know
the unimaginable beauty
Of the intricacies of God’s wondrous creation.
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Apology from Troilus to Criseyde, 2 of 2
Believe this, if you could look into my soul, you would find a polished image of yourself,
You are always in my heart, safely stored, my treasure unmarred and untarnished.
You are the only one who exists within me, the only person who has my heart.
If you listen to your heart and hear what you know to be true, you will know this.
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Haiku Sampler, 1 of 2
Haiku Sampler
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Haiku Sampler, 2 of 2
Wanting miracles –
Watching the Mary statue,
Her hands so still
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No Japanese rose:
More enchanted by cherry
Blossoms or subtle plum trees
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Palm tree fronds slump down –
Weight of winter caught inside,
Sun pushing it through
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Men
Men
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In Between Black and White
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Secret Seeds
Secret Seeds
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Promise
Promise
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Silent Sea, 1 of 2
Silent Sea
Ocean depths
Reach deeper than expected.
The cycle of life leaves litter –
Broken bits of the past,
Half-buried treasures,
Silent sunken-ship graveyards
Beneath the ebbing beat of waves.
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Silent Sea, 2 of 2
As navigators before us
Have kept their sights on stars, clouds and birds,
The patterns of migration, the westerly wind,
We look to the predictable circle of sun and moon
To lead us, seek direction to new routes,
Expecting at the end to find rest.
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Fruit Falling From a Tree
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August Twelfth Meteor Shower
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She Could Have Been Yours
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Moving in Circles
Moving in Circles
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In Honor of Charlotte Turner Smith
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My Father
My Father
But, father, you were the thief that stole my heart away;
And you replaced it when you left a small stone
That tricks my body into thinking I am alive.
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Some Men and Sorrow
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Following the Stars
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Wait, Winter
Wait, Winter
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Expedition
Expedition
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Universe Lays Inside, 1 of 2
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Universe Lays Inside, 2 of 2
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Hero’s Welcome
Hero’s Welcome
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Blossoming
Blossoming
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Leaves of Hope
Leaves of Hope
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Servant Sparrow
Servant Sparrow
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Conspiracy
Conspiracy
I told my shrink
I think someone is watching me,
And she said it is quite possible
If you think about it.
She said the cameras today
Are smaller than dimes,
And microphones can fit
Inside of a pen.
She told me it’s very easy
To monitor a person’s every move,
To track their actions,
To observe their habits.
My shrink also added
I could be poisoned any day:
Someone could slip something
Into my drink when I turn
For just a second
To look at my watch,
Or the doctor
Could implant a chip
In my mind
When I am sedated.
I thought I may have remembered something
I wanted to say, but it escaped me
For no reason…
I told her some people I knew
Were acting weird,
But she denied knowing
Anything about it.
I wanted to tell her my dreams
But they were missing
When I looked for them.
She sat there repeating everything,
Gazing at me, scribbling furiously.
She said there were people
Behind the two-way mirror
Watching us, evaluating us.
I asked her what she thought about that,
And she said
The government
Doesn’t pay her to think.
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Love Reaching Out to Eternity, 1 of 2
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Love Reaching Out to Eternity, 2 of 2
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Childhood Dreams Snap
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Campestino
Campestino
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Campestino
And rise even higher than the satin flag still flying in tatters above the town after you die.
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Violent Cycle of Creativity, 1 of 2
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Violent Cycle of Creativity, 2 of 2
Simple silence.
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Fragile Breath of Life
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Interrogation
Interrogation
In he walks:
Clipboard, serious business.
No smile, only a quick handshake.
“Coffee?” He asks, his face stone.
It’s a mind game. I decline.
I refuse to accept his terms.
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On the Loose
On the Loose
These animals –
Thick Neanderthal necks,
Sprouting hair, bulky arms
Walking with wide gaits
They lumber down the sidewalk
With gorilla grunts of acceptance
Amid snorts and guttural groans.
They sniff the air, stop suddenly
To lick their fur, scratch themselves.
Sometimes flying fists will spring
From a steaming geyser of unexplained anger.
Really they are just putting on a show:
They would jump through flaming hoops
To please the clapping crowd.
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Weight
Weight
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Taking Heart
Taking Heart
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Should Die
Should Die
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Measuring the Days
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Surviving the Storm
I don’t want to anger her, arouse the spite and envy in her,
For I have heard the rain pit the panes of the windows
From the comfortable safety of my little apartment.
Although gales of wind blow the tops of the pines outside
And branches swing and sometimes crackle and fall,
I always find she keeps me safe in her arms
And she never has deserted me.
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Love Poured Out of Me
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Some People Live On the Cusp
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Time to Heal
Time to Heal
Until years had passed and their bodies fell away from them;
Their forms had melted into the gushing flow of the river.
Stalked by their former memories, each life trailed with more despair,
Pain was heaped upon pain as the spell lived out its time.
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Stepping Stones
Stepping Stones
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Nursing
Nursing
Sometimes I think nothing is really here, that all is air and ash,
That I can exhale this dream: part the stale air like Moses,
Breathe out the sterilized metal tools and plastic bags and folded gauze,
Pray the rubber gloves and paper wrappers away
And open my eyes to see the hand of God, gently brushing us,
Easing us through our trials, holding the hand of a child on a table
Walking the child home as the rest of the mirage falls away.
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