Tag: Poetry
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My Muse
My Museby Sarah Jarosz I spin around in your loveIn a place of wonderI want to wanderWith you, my muse In a dream of carouselsOn waves in caravelsCollecting seashellsFor you, my muse I peruse and conjureSit and ponderThen go underThe blanket of your wordsThe way I feelThe things I singThe songs I writeThe joy you…
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You, Darkness
You, Darknessby Ranier Maria Rilke – a Bohemian-Austrian poet You, darkness, that I come fromI love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyoneand then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything-shapes and fires, animals and myself,how easily it…
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The Path Was Alive
The Path Was Alive the path was alivethis morningshimmerin’, slitherin’wavin’ to and fro OH! plethoras of skinksand prairie dogsplus the occasionaljackrabbit and roadrunnerdartin’ across the pathfrom the shadowsto the riverbankand away there were alsothe mandatory fence-sittin’pigeons and crowsout for the mornin’show –LE – 5/31/24
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‘June is Bustin’ Out All Over…’
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray,moss frosted, giant, vine cloaked, arborealchia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moorflush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines,dead-ends, and deadheads, screams“LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselveswith plundered treasures of unicorn and dragon riders,the last…
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High Hopes
High Hopesby Pink Floyd Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun Along the Long Road and on down the causewayDo they still meet there by the Cut?There was a ragged band…
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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First Sailing Lesson – An Ancient Memory
I was 12 at the time of this episode in my life. I had sprained my ankle on our trip to Boston and was using my great grandfather’s bent bamboo cane with its brass ends… First Sailing Lesson Boston HarborSkiff with a sailTacks into the windEasily Grandpa showsMe the ropesHand on the tillerEye on sailWind-rippled…
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Typical Day on the Loop
A reprise from this time last year. Typical Day on the Loop Riding the Loophalf reclinedsun glintingoff side mirrormy two front wheelshugging the curvesback-wheel gearingdrives me easilyup hills and downpowered by legsand feet on pedalsupfront and raisedalmost eye-level Roadrunner scootsacross the pathchasing a skink lone coyote matchesmy pace butdown in the washoccasionally looksmy way as…
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