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Taimi and the Ancient Willow
Taimi crawls beneath the cascading willow to mourn her lover in peace imagining the slender weeping leaves are his fingers on her skinClosing her eyes she yearns to be in his strong arms again Each day she comes to the magnificent tree watering the… Continue Reading “Taimi and the Ancient Willow”
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Party in the Garden
nasturtiums dancingcarnival of bright colorssaucer leaves twirling riotous rock roseyellow-eyed wonder sunningpink- cheeked and pretty purple salviaspiking up to reach sunlightdrinking morning dew Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Three Spring Shorts
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Blank Paper and Pen
And should I deny your existence with your eloquent whispersmurmuring in my ear while you peer over my shoulder, what then?Will you with haste forsake me, leave me again? With naught but blank paper and pen?You are a mercurial wench about our poetry; I… Continue Reading “Blank Paper and Pen”
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To Be a Honeybee
“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” -Matsuo Basho And lo, the honeybees heed the call of ringing temple bells echoing in the fragrant flowersenticing them to feast on corn moon golden pollen.As they venture into… Continue Reading “To Be a Honeybee”
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When in Moonlit Dreams You Come
“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.” ― Mateo Tabatabai, The Mind-Made Prison: Overcoming Limiting Beliefs and Manifesting Personal Transformation “The mind is its own beautiful prisoner,” An imagined cage with bars of our past lives and indiscretions And yet, our life… Continue Reading “When in Moonlit Dreams You Come”
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Searching for the Dead
Heaven-circling vultures searching for the dead kettling high in the gall-grayed evening skygrave-groping carrions with a keen sense of smell. They care not for the bell-voiced wood thrush crooning in the arms of an ancient oak; rather they hear the moon-blown wailing of the… Continue Reading “Searching for the Dead”
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Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings
“My heart is like a Mockingbird, it sings of your enthralling soul every now and then. And, even when I yearn to evade the lyric. I can’t. Because, as it turns out, it’s a sin to kill a Mockingbird.” ― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar| Poetry as the… Continue Reading “Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings”
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