Tag Archives: Hope

Anything

  I’m not saying I know anything, Particularly, Anything, in particular, Kant knew, only what he thought he knew, Looking up, clouds race the blue, Looking down, spring jonquils push, Toward the azure magnificence, One flees, the other aspires, Who … Continue reading

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Diggin up the Roots

I was just layin round, On the black night stoop, Smoking something I’d found, Neath a crease in the truth, When she rolled up like my old fears, Got out and made the steps in arrears, Stood her high way, … Continue reading

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Stealth

Often I think of love, As an animal, The leopard, with her Deep spots, wide as night, Sleeping upon the knarled Limb, high against large, Grey moon, a ghost Herself, quietly slipping, Amongst the dark treetops, Like some soulful sojourner, … Continue reading

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Prayers

“I’m not going to pray anymore,” She said. And I tilted towards her Violet pillow, The one scented with lavender, “For sleeping more soundly,” Her mother had said, Quietly. “You are my God, and I,” She said, Looking up on … Continue reading

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Three Variations

1. Bird upon a wire, Nearby the fallen statue base which crumbles, In upon itself, ashamed to have no admirer. Once the children played upon his hip, And the cool water mended his hot face, As mothers spoke of hunger … Continue reading

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Sonoma

The cold has a stillness, Kept in the red rouge, The stones weep slowly, Sun bakes their tears. Beauty has no surety, Nor warmth a guarantee, When sky of blue bends knee, To desert night’s eternity.

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Two Moons in Flight

The moon rises in her fullness and floats the soft, New blue of evening sky taking first bright breaths, In blush of first love, in hope of evening growing, Rich with promises not yet made, light and knowing, She rises … Continue reading

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