IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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FLUTTERING HOPE

  Silence surrounds this sweet stillness, icicles are falling; tears streaming new paths down old windows once home to fading reflections and the robin and his red chested breast; forever stained, forever beating, flaps through the open field in search of a hushed hope in buds that will soon bloom, in life that will soon […]

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RED CARPET, day 24 of A Month with Yeats

  I’m running behind on Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge but better a tad tardy than a no-show. Yesterday’s inspirational quote was: ‘We know their dream; enough to know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ My poem is called RED CARPET   We dream of what can be, not […]

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SUNSHINE AND SNOWFLAKES IN MONTMARTRE

I climbed you today in downpours and falling snows, no snow flake ever the same, no foot step ever similar, I climbed you today in sunlight and stealing shadows, in strokes of paint splattered in your memory by artists as foreign as they are familiar, I paused upon your steps, your streets of steps, the […]

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WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Time slips past unannounced, unnoticed age gains weight, adds numbers carves lines, plots paths tomorrow turns, becomes today falls to yesterday love slips past, everlasting never lasting hearts hold hands, change hands change hearts I do becomes I can, then I will try I cannot stay life slips past ever evolving, ever learning as we […]

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