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A Momentary Pause
Happiness is an elusive hummingbirdWith iridescent feathers taunting and teasingTiny black fruit flies swarming in evening breeze I watch this graceful dance of life and deathAs the brilliant jeweled bird flicks his forked tongueSavoring every tasty bite before taking flight dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “A Momentary Pause”
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The Soft Tread of Footsteps
“And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…” ― Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems Tread lightly upon worn timbered stairs Leading to autumn’s cool embrace With lumbering care, slip Into welcoming armsOf swaying russet leaves Whispering in an elusive breeze Feel divine grace… Continue Reading “The Soft Tread of Footsteps”
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What Yonder Folly Awaits
Hallow’s eve dawns and groans with a harsh billowing sigh, An ominous prediction of darkest things to comeAs threatening grey clouds rumble in an angry sky What yonder folly awaits on horizon of tomorrowWhat more can humankind take of greediness, death, and diseaseWill future days… Continue Reading “What Yonder Folly Awaits”
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Radiant Light
Counting the days we’ve loved is like counting grains of sandFor my darling I dare not know where one ends and the other begins Our golden days are as endless as twinkling stars in midnight sky And the moments are as precious as… Continue Reading “Radiant Light”
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#Haiku: Crows
black crows on stone crossgazing up at pebble grey skylooking for raindrops
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The Rainbow Child, 2020
Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?” ― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions The colors of her changeable soul spill into the world Wherever she wanders and roams with wings unfurled Like satin ribbons streaming in cool zephyr’s arms, Far and wide… Continue Reading “The Rainbow Child, 2020”
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Ridin’ Low Under a Starry, Starry Sky
Ridin’ low under a starry, starry sky Where a yellow crescent moon hangs low Vincent, Dali, and Frida out for an evening driveWith no particular place to go. While Frida smokes wearin’ red cowboy boots, The boy-men discuss all aspects of lifeDali says ‘I’ve lived before, a… Continue Reading “Ridin’ Low Under a Starry, Starry Sky”
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