Tag: Poetry
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Mediphysical Glimpses
Metaphysical Glimpses life and deathwhite and blackyin and yangwaves and troughslight and darkinside and outsidethe universe and I two sides of the same coinpoles in the same eventa game with no winnerif one side wins, existence ends endings and beginningsall exists simultaneouslyeach implies otherlife and death YES! Each wave a differentiation of the oceanyet still…
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Spy on the Curb – Haiku
SPY ON THE CURB Snow…soon,” says the sky.Ice blade stabs my coat — a spy —curb-walking crow flies. LE
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Haiku – Treasure Hunt
Windswept blades of grass,Velcro for decaying leaves —Crows hunt for treasure.
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Crumbs
Crumbs In the silence of alonenessWatching me perform – dance and bowAnd feign a smile – thatHides the hole where purpose dwelt. In hidden depths I writheWith vestiges of love-passion memories, That solidify, shrink, and crack –Shattering me to crumbs onThe kitchen floor – in dream-death silenceComing to grips with love – rejected. –LE
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The Black Knight
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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Turkey Day Haiku
Turkey day is herewith family, friends, and cheer —dogs, licking their chops. Pets are under foot,Cats and dogs under tables —Scraps won’t hit the floor.–LE
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More Fall Haiku
Wet wind takes my hat;damp wool covers my goose-bumps —trees howl with laughter! Dead-leaf lined gutters,walking the cold concrete road —trees sigh, “hhhuuurrryy hhhommmmmme.” –LE
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The Spanish Dancer by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Spanish Dancerby Rainer Maria Rilke As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts whiteflickering tongues before it bursts into flame:with the audience around her, quickened, hot,her dance begins to flicker in the dark room. And all at once it is completely fire. One upward glance and she ignites her hairand, whirling faster and faster,…
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The Color of Musical Magic Spells
Strumming colors into woven spells, intricate patterns of color, where pulling a single thread unravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its own hue, making physical structures in the air, floating on the soothing, smooth, intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along. Hear the colors building the spell.…
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Wisps Over a Small Bowl 1968
Five hours hitching outside Newark Airport20 degrees, freezing fingers, ears, and toes,no one stops or even slows down,much less looks your way; must avoid eye contact. Eventually, hike into the airport, warm up enoughto pull out your guitar, jam in waiting area,guitar case open, accepting donations, spare change,eventually have enough … train ticket to Philly.…
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