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Tag: Peace
Exaltation No. 8
your love encircles meslow train rides of memory, fleetinga picnic, perfect, ‘neath twisted branchesyou smile as you turn back,looking over your shoulder, quietly playfulfeed me as I drive or do dishessharing what you love with mewe can love it together, you insista sunrise, two… Continue Reading “Exaltation No. 8”
Untitled Poem
that early morning sighsun still beneath the horizonI slip on your skinlike a robe woven in loveintoxicated by the scent of youbut completely soberawake to reality, it’s youthe finisher of my nowthe weight of your hand on my hipbefore you draw me closerthe most… Continue Reading “Untitled Poem”
Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”
Siri, Turn Off My Alarm
and nowme wrapped around youyou inside meI inhale, you exhalelove like smoke curling from our lipsyou, the finisher of my beingI close my eyes, it’s youupon waking, I am reclaimedyour rite, a rightyour touch slithering softly along my curvesmaking me become a womanyour voice… Continue Reading “Siri, Turn Off My Alarm”
When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River
“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”
The First Fields at Sunrise
The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”
Sacred Grove
In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the futureTouching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listenBe in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’sWasted momentsI… Continue Reading “Sacred Grove”
Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island
Supreme peace and love fill my heart as I listen to dozens of birds warble and chirp and squawk and honk A special place, an island across a marsh, aged trees stand tall, some leaning with old age, aching for the changes they’ve seen … Continue Reading “Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island”
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