He picks up his pen a little slower now,
recognizing the brokenness
contains a poem
not so jagged,
and that his light
is easily defused
in the morning fog.
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Category: writing poetry
The Hope of Spring
In the springtime we are redeemed, aren’t we? Within the warm air
a flower teaches us rebirth, and a light rain
washes us, lifting our spirits
hopeful, we look forward
to the earth infusing
our poetry,
and art.
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Mustangs
Our poems will wait to speak to us, as we hide ourselves away
confident, in luxury condominiums setting up our safety.
But in our living through the storm,
up on the ridge, with our breath taking us
into the wildness of words, where mustangs
fill our minds, and pine trees
are tossed by the wind,
with blizzards that shake loose
our hesitation
blowing through
the fragments
of our hearts,
we become confident
of our survival,
in a place where
our pens run free
and the poetry paints
the wildness
of our spirits.
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The Quiet Still Held by Winter
With our spirits gently drifting within and through
the snowfall,
our words will give shape
to our meditation,
even a poem worthy
of silent reflection,
in the quiet
still held by winter.
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Opening Our Sails
Dreams of poetry are often a matter of opening our sails
allowing the wind to fill us, embracing the strength
of the unlimited ocean.
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The Light of Our Eyes
If the light of our spirits is in our eyes, what visions do we see
when we read our poems?
are there any feathers
is there any power
from our wings
lifting off
from our pages?
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On the Wings of a Dove
Poems have always sought the windows
of our souls, pulling us, through a clear glass
into the light
calling our minds, our pens
to fly high on the wings of a dove
then returning
from the endless horizon
where the sky meets
the ocean.
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