Best Clearing Poems

It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon.
We've come to the bungalow's cemetery
to pick over bones of bygone days;
touch time's tender skin, lay flowers on childhood's grave.

The lodge is razed to the ground. We raise
our eyes to sky and take each big breath of...

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two boys racing
dash, dart, tear
airburst in a clearing punched open
arms of piston pumping disperse white funnels
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Springtime on the ranch is just round the bend
You’ll get your nose cleared, we have cows and pigs
The thaw brings forth chores, that smell and offend
Rubber boots and gloves are now our new digs

As the snow melts, we are left with a moat
Springtime is here...

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An old blue uniform 
that hadn't fit in fifty years,
beneath which:
Letters I don't recall sending,
a daub in oils, 
slashed, repaired, and saved.
A note, detention, smoking,
tucked inside
a dictionary, first prize in spelling.
The invitation to the wedding; 
unanswered, unattended.
The will....

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Exhausting my skills
To the tempered, fiber soul
Timeless harmony 
I follow my heartstrings on
Beyond glow of temptation

Path in the forest
Leads to grand open clearing
Obscure light deepens
Birds sing beyond the circle
And flowers praise nature’s heights

Simple minded eyes
Dynamic pleasure moves on
Leans over inside
Heartfelt ties won’t gasp and leave
Not...

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There is temporary unrest inside my mind
I am neither up nor down. I am snug waiting the clearing.

My room holds great view, and I'm free
Looking out at sky, and bare trees, hoping for the clearing.

The morning invites calm, and the minutes fade fast
And though my...

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This day has come I'm glad to say
The 40 years I've tried to play
At last my name does appear
As the WINNER for this year
Now I'll wait to get my pay!...

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Attack the clutter
In the attic pieces of life
And bits of me
So much clutter, sorting through
Old letters flutter
Unwanted, unread
Daring me to show I care
To reach through time
So dust-dimmed ink
Can speak again.
“Into the sack with you.
I have a job to do”

There’s all this papier maché
A flaming crown...

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I lay so very still,

captive within the vowels
of your sigh,

passion coursing
through veins like a raging river
as you lay there,
bare and forgiving...

a response to words I could hardly whisper.

Words that had eyes,
and fingers,

words that crawled up your pale, beautiful skin
in search of a place to live,
in...

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Stumbling through midnight blackness,
with every step and thought,
trepidation is my only companion
on a streambed's bank - unsteady
where pain and serpents wait,
an unwelcome visitation.
They fear as we, this intrusion
         of peace.

Do hopes dissolve here where
loneliness feasts on sanity!
I...

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Clearing The Path

Thoughts keep running across the  mind
In search of answers hard to find
On a journey down here below
Just don’t know which way I should go

At the crossroads now marking time
A brand new mountain I must climb
Flexing my muscles can’t you see
Step by step...

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I look around me; wow, this is unexpected!
Myriad strangers are milling about (thousands at least)
on the expanse of a plain that feels endless
even though I can see far out 
to a horizon of verdant shining trees encircling us all.
The atmosphere here feels incredible
(and I don’t...

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Through the woods I carefully tread
Darkness surrounds and fills with dread
Silent clouds obscure the moon
Briefly break and lift the gloom

A clearing darkness once concealed
Parting clouds have now revealed
As I draw ever slowly near
The scene, obscured, becomes more clear

In the meadow two giant oak
Loom over trees...

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There is a meadow that seems to spring
      from beyond trees
            in a bordering forest
To many, it is known as "The Clearing."
To me, it's a beautiful place.
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I stopped by a clearing in darkened woods
to watch the sun come through the opening
the forest made, a shining light of good
in this a glade, so quiet, wakening
a question, why a small and silent way
no different than others, earns its pay....

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