The Path

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Wet morning sand stick to my feet

 

while brown seaweed breaks into my path.

 

I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.

 

Watchful without pretention or notice

 

sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing

 

past me, as I step into the path.

 

On the shores morning and evening meet always.

 

Reflection of all time before me, and after me,

 

will continue long after my footprints are no longer

 

wet to my feet; deep into my path.

 

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Another Place

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I walk upon the canvas

the gray and green elephants 

walk around me. 

Always in dimensional lights

of bright and then dim

the gathering of familiar faces

was all that I could see. 

I look to see upstairs to find

and you were not there. 

I continued down the stairs 

the face of your adversary 

standing fatter and pompous.

A distant call was hung into space

I heard the gritty sound of ignorance,

I heard the sound of disgrace.

I never saw but knew.

I asked this fatter one where,

where were you? 

He turned to another and gave directions

I could no longer contain the pain,

as I beat upon his chest and

cried with years of disdain…  

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Sisters

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Valentine’s Day

I tried to cry but the pain was there

I felt the hour of our shared despair

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears from another day

A mother gone so much not said

A wilted memory and sadness shed

A soft word in a written note

A longing shared our grasps  remote

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears for another day .

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Morning Stars

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I woke this morning and over my head

Hung glitter of stars while I was in bed

The dipper was titled just enough to see

The constellations spilled all around me

Stars hung so close to the morning sea

No beginning, no end from the stars and me

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Midnight Sea

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Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.

Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.

Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds  against a midnight sky.

The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.

The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.

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Invitation

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let’s have a conversation

no, not a wish list to reply

let’s go somewhere and listen

we can laugh or we can cry

let’s stop and say nothing

or just smell the air around

let’s have a conversation

or never make a sound

what is really of value

is you are here for me

and I am always seeking

to have a conversation

a time to sit and be…

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