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Dear Poet

31 Sunday Mar 2019

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Dear Poet,

Make them listen, with words

that rumble their insides,

and turn them outside,

fearing poets, again,

like they fear truth:

a mirror, a reflection,

a solid witness to a crime.

When you say you’re a poet

make the whole world tremble

when they hear it.

Second Birth

29 Friday Mar 2019

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aspen, Aspen Trees, Beauty, Courage, Death Poems, Dying, Hope, Life, Love, Love Poems, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Spirit, Spring, spring poem, Survival, Women's Poems, Yearning

early spring,

a cold aspen, clothed

in soft buds, robed in white,

like ash, born of snow;

to touch her is to quake

with the anticipation

of a thousand leaves

desperate to unfold;

a thousand leaves

desperate

to unfold you.

Life, Receding

28 Thursday Mar 2019

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Aging, Death, Death Poems, Life, Memory, ocean, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Self, Soul, Soul Poetry, Spirit, Truth

Another day, I’ve collected
over eighteen thousand
now, but none like this:
the birds have returned,
and the clouds hang low,
like the mist of what is
unknown, and I don’t care
to know, because I gave up
predicting the future
when I realized
I was always wrong.
The only thing, now,
is this poem, and how
it pulls me toward confession.
You see, a life recedes;
place a bottle in the ocean
and watch it slowly
carried away by the waves;
that is me and you,
this moment,
and this poem.

A Horsewoman’s Prayer

27 Wednesday Mar 2019

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Courage, Forgiveness, Heaven, Horse Poems, Horse poetry, Horses, Patience, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Prayers, Trust, Wisdom

Each season,
I say a prayer,
not for safety,
because want of safety
is always there,
but for Wisdom;
Wisdom to listen,
and hear
my horses speak
the magic language
of their needs;
Patience, to wait
upon the softness
of their hearts opening to me,
which is the exact part
that starts the journey of try,
without which, there’s nothing.
I pray for Courage,
when they, in communion,
ask me to fly with them,
either on the ground
at their side
or, on their backs,
where I can grip tightly
to Trust,
and Heaven,
and what it means
to be fully alive.

A Love Poem

19 Tuesday Mar 2019

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Loneliness, Longing, Love, Love Poems, Need, Passion, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Souls, Spirits, Yearning

Need,

like a bliss of birds

who flow, spring to spring,

synchronized of sun and moon,

and wing of wing.

Love is best a mutual thing:

selfish, blind, and binding trust,

passion, that crushes

bones to must.

Christchurch

17 Sunday Mar 2019

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Afterlife, Beauty, Chaos, Courage, Death, Death Poems, Division, Dying, Fear, Freedom, Hate, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, politics, Sadness. Sorrow, Soul, Spirit, Suffering

Can you be in awe

of how much some

are expected to suffer

in this lifetime—

we are often given

more than we can—

I saw a moth

with a broken wing,

and though it struggled,

I could not crush it—

but placed him, instead,

among the leaves of jasmine,

and walked away.

Like a Night Foal

11 Monday Mar 2019

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Aging, Cancer, Death, Death Poems, Dying, Fear of Death, Foal, Hope, Horses, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry

My father is eighty,

has cancer,

lives two hours away,

and I worry—

could I get there

soon enough to say

I love him,

should his last moments

come quick, unexpected—

like a foal born in the night

while I’m sleeping,

even though I’d been there

to catch him all day.

The Trillium in Gig Harbor

09 Saturday Mar 2019

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Afterlife, Belief, Cedars, Death, Death Poems, Eternity, Flower Poetry, God, Hope, Infinite, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Trillium, Truth, Unity, Women's Poems

O, Jamie, it’s beautiful—

everything is connected,

she said, before dying.

And Jamie thought of trillium

blossoming beneath musty cedar

at the edge of the sound,

the whole world epitomized

in heart of flowers,

and spirit of ancient,

mouldering trees.

Amber

08 Friday Mar 2019

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Children, Death, Grief, Heroine, Life, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Souls, Spirit

And there you lay,

on the hospital bed,

your long, liquid self,

blond tendrils–

even in dying

you were beautiful.

And your baby girl,

left behind,

forever suspended

in the golden

syrup of your soul

poured out—

frozen,

fossilized.

For the Tulip Who Refuses to Die

07 Thursday Mar 2019

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Afterlife, Aging, Alone, Courage, Death, Happiness, Hope, Life, Loneliness, Love Poems, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Survival, Tulip, Yearning

Like the yellow tulip,

who blooms every year

in the pit behind our house,

who was dumped, long ago,

after her blossoms were spent—

yet, she screams, I’m still alive!—

every spring, among garbage

and weeds; like that tulip,

you don’t belong here.

Starving Souls

06 Wednesday Mar 2019

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Yesterday’s beauty is rarely enough for today,

like manna from heaven, it rots, decays,

disappears back, which is to say,

we do not know where, but look up, out,

beyond, and do the same again, everyday—

believe me, you are a starving soul,

lost as hell, hungry, but the universe

is a feast, prepared–

even on its worst days, it offers

up a prayer, beckons you to step

into the mystery: step through snow,

through rain, through wind, with arms

held out, eager to horde–

every bite,

every drip,

every mouth full.

For the Friend I Gave Everything, and Got Nothing in Return

05 Tuesday Mar 2019

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I’d ask you to overlook my sins,

but it would be too late,

my old friend, you left me

at the first sign of trouble,

and you stayed gone, gone—

like a song you want to sing,

but forgot the lyrics,

and have to hum, hum.

My Brother, the Candle

04 Monday Mar 2019

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brother, Dreams, Happiness, Hope, Love, Peace, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Souls, world

for my brother, Danny, on his birthday

Have we improvised too much,
lost sight of our true selves, surviving;
the world is a tough audience.
And now I remember,
when you said you wanted to be a candle,
and we laughed until we cried, and cried,
then we’d ask you again,
and again, laugh and cry,
strange, how life, with time, has changed,
and I think it’s worth a try
to be a candle.

What better man to be a light,
than one who brightens,
and who thought being a candle
was possible, and right?

My Dad

03 Sunday Mar 2019

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Dad, Family, Fathers, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry

We called him our rock,

but really he was the night star

we oriented our lives around:

spinning, traveling, out-of-control,

lost, we had only to look up,

to find our way again.

Listening to Bernie’s Chimes

02 Saturday Mar 2019

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Afterlife, Bernie, Chimes, Death, Hope, Loss, Love, micropoetry, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Spirit, Wind

He’s been dead for four years,

but I have his chimes,

and time, like wind, passes

over their wrought iron curves,

nudging the striker,

and making its voice to sing,

ring and rise up

like message from a grave,

or another sphere,

or a person I loved,

sitting next to me, speaking.

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