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 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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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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I go to the ocean
To listen
I go to the sea
To find the lost me
I go to the shores
To hear the waves pray
wet sand caress my feet
The wind to lift my hair
I go to the place
My beginnings to renew
Whirling around me free
I have missed you my friend; the sea.
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We speak of evil,
We speak of guns,
We speak of radicalism,
With political puns.
Science defines the mind
with no choice.
Telling us within ourselves
we have no voice.
We are drones captured
by our determination,
DNA, physiology
no ability to decide our own inclination.
Those of science say we cannot choose
will see the rise of wrong
blend into a cesspool reused…
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She remembers the clothesline just off the kitchen window.
Lined against the bushes of lilacs all blooming in the spring.
Straight lines of coiled wire touching brown decaying wood post.
Each week she would see the lady of the house hang lovely colors,
different shapes and sizes of shirts and pants and little girl’s dresses.
Blues would mix with the pinks and reds, but the whites were always
separate from the others so not to allow the dye to run on them.
Deep in the summer south the hot wind would bend and sway
against the flag of colors left out to dry until right before afternoon sun.
She then would gather them and fold and lay them in a straw basket
bringing them into the house; the smell would be of the out of doors.
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I am preparing this week for my daughter’s baby shower and I think of all the family before me. I loved them so, they would be so proud of her…
I think it was chocolate mahogany
large rounded carved ornate legs
coming down under the broad leaf table.
Grandma made the green gingham tablecloth spread across
over a protective plastic lining beneath.
Seven places for the family in the evening meal,
three generations of grandparents, parent, children,
head of the table Granddaddy sat quiet, not saying much.
At the other head, was Grandma; she would talk about the day.
Who did what when, and “lord, it is hot today.”
Mother sat in the middle of my little sister and me.
She often didn’t say much, when she did, it was measured.
My older sister sat across from me with her light brown hair,
blue eyes that never smiled.
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Happy Birthday William Shakespeare
Perched below the shaded trees,
cools the sun’s luncheon rays.
Crossed in contemplation knees
are the enchanted Shakespeare days.
Tempered heat of springtime lawn
varid carpet lays beneath.
Lurching words without alarm,
bid from metamorphous sleep.
Anthony and Cleopatra fight,
as sonnets woo the lady’s fare.
Henry the IV comes from the night,
poets and lovers, a wispy pair.
The yeoman genius now buried in tomb,
leaves with the youth a place to learn.
While even when he left the room,
all other works are now discerned.
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What You Do Not See
You do not see the tears left deep inside.
You do not see the smiles from years gone by.
You do not see the pain from labored days.
You do not see the restless night always
Waking in the early morning and staying late
Praying for a good day and avoiding fate.
You do not see so much in photos shared.
You do see however, how much we cared.
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