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Perhaps it Was

Perhaps it was a mourning dove,
or other bird I’m thinking of,
fluttering as it took to wing
to rest atop the tree and sing… 75 more words

Poetry

week 414 ~ I have not dropped anything

I have not dropped anything
important don’t cry for me
just grabbing for the brass ring
I have not dropped anything
still room for all life may bring… 14 more words

Poetry

For the Moments

Rondeau

Such a shame for the moments: finite.
That’s why they focus on tonight.
Heat and rage over something simple
Juxtaposition-ing themselves to a cripple. 66 more words

English

week 412 ~ I swirl my glass of calm

I swirl my glass of calm
and drink hoping it will
somehow serve as a balm
I swirl my glass of calm
obligations napalm
time that never stands still… 10 more words

Poetry

week 410 ~ where is the longed for space

where is the longed for space
hard won from waiting time
this out-of-control pace
where is the longed for space
there’s no way to replace… 15 more words

Poetry

week 407 ~ as time drifts away

as time drifts away
on a summer breeze
we work dream laugh play
as time drifts away
ignoring decay
holding all we seize
as time drifts away
on a summer breeze

July

Poem: wait the time

And so all sit and wait the time,
to hear the words that do not rhyme,
and find the news of what will be,
when hopes will come or hopes will flee, 87 more words

Poetry