Tag: Poetry
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The Power of Words
In wielding words, a power lies for launching souls into the air,like birds who soar to mountains high and cloudy ringéd cliff tops spythere gasping in the heady mountain air, for joy of bursting. And from the airy mountain keepsthe words like thunderbolt of fire – dive down to skim the waters deepreflecting stormy clouds that seepin writhing agony…
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Daffodils
In the corner of my yard, by the funny crooked tree sheltered in the gentle shade dwell a cluster of daffodils.
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Imagination Revisited
Imagination is… A caravan of camels, an oasis of vibrant life enveloped by vast lands of nothingness and drought.Carried along by an unseen hand. Through scorching winds it presses,Concealing a wealth of nourishment, preserving vitality in the fever of barren expanse. Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercy can sustain it, pressing onward towards illusive…
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I, Sing
This king sits insipid; his right will hid.His mind fills with spilling milk, twisting wild. Biting sting grips. Fit spits ill ilk Pining wind sighs limp.It is still. Bird trilling strings wind with thrills.Wings inching in sight, swinging high with skill, Singing drips bliss, knitting split thinking, Snips stifling film, pricking pity, Visit stirs this king. Light is lit…
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Imagination is…
A caravan of camels That can travel across vast lands of nothingness and drought. Through excoriating winds it presses,Carrying within the inner resources to nurture life in the barren expanse. Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercyCan sustain it, can carry it to exotic cities only ghosts could reach. It spits in…
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Threads
Life is a complicated knot, Navigating patterns of light and darkHolding the tension so it doesn’t fly apart. Tracing threads of pain and beauty, Sometimes finding that they meet. Combing through the colored strands of memories,The vibrant and the gray Catching the light of day while it lasts.
Writ & Whimsy 