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Monthly Archives: August 2020
Hiking it
I enjoy walking at a leisurely pace. At the beginning of a day I often go for a walk to say hello to the morning and shake off whatever night still clings. Nature and I open our eyes together. I … Continue reading
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When Poets Fall Silent
He likes, but He does not write He reads but He does not feed I wonder, where did he go? I won’t ask, he alone knows It may be a respite Maybe a flu I hope it’s not Covid Or … Continue reading
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A Garden of Peace
Earthen pots of terra cotta Slathered with yellow and red velvet mums Set against a bluff autumn sky Grace my porch every year Summer slides away with a promise A morning glory future and hot cocoa nights Paint chip … Continue reading
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Kaleidoscope With Me
Each blink of an eye Blankets my light with darkness Autumning a door Death lifts a candle Sunning tears of summer’s loss While hummingbirding Dversepoets.com Bjorn wants us to do some verbing. I will leave the results up to … Continue reading
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Good Bread is Worth the Time
Why a threshing floor to meet and lay at his feet Why a place one separates chaff from wheat Beaten till all that’s left is pure grain The useless carried away with the wind Unashamed she asked he do his … Continue reading
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Insomnia and Broken Promises
I had good intentions For the morning after sleep Moonlight caught my attention When I heard stars weep So I’m awake too early Now my body won’t comply I have to break my promise Made to only I Now I’m … Continue reading
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Promises can be Painful
Maybe it was his lapis lazuli eyes That drew her like a bee to the bloom Maybe she saw him as an open sesame Her access to milk and honey out of her tomb Brushed aluminum has a gleam so … Continue reading
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A Third Choice
The circus is closed this year All the clowns are gone We all don our masks Learn the difference Between a clown and a fool Clowns know and give silent stares Fools ask and never hear I’ve played the clown … Continue reading
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Someone Must Hide Treasure
Pen in hand, she paused, melted back into the rocker and closed her eyes. Daytime said goodnight a while ago. Another poem written, posted and stored in the flat 8” cyber box. Like Mary Poppins bottomless bag, she could pull … Continue reading
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One Flickering Moment
She shines a light on her heirloom tomatoes Looking for slugs feasting Just one predator can spoil good eating Fireflies in the pines splinter the dark And she tastes childhood Remembering humid nights filled with crickets She kicks her shoes … Continue reading
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