Best Fragilely Poems

In hues of sepia she maintains
her web of life, Mother Nature;
from smallest seed to greatest
creature her umbilical sustains.

The fate of all life resides 
in her consciousness and flow;
like a machine each part depends
on the other parts smooth glide.

Pollinators nurture flora,
food is recycled and regenerates;
feeding others...

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hope perched in my heart
small bird, joyfully singing
fragilely balanced
feasting on faith's mustard seed
contented with Love's promise


Copyright, August 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Standing alone in a festive crowd,
silent tears falling 
		         to 
			    the 
			         ground
				    amid 
			       the...

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Solitude by the Reverie


What is a rose, that’s not been held?
adorned or gazed upon…
What are hands that haven’t been touched?
caressed or kissed…
What is a slow beating battled heart?
fragilely fettered flaccid…
What is a smile standing still?
seduced by simulated seduction…
       ...

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Nothingness in spirited spaces
breathed places
windswept re-connecting
re-ligious experience

ZeroZone intuited
and non-violently
not ultra violetly re-communicating
economic green co-investments
and political win/win empowering
healthy wealth, resiliently abundant
polypathic potential
for future/from past 
love's green/blue reweaving

ZeroZone nothingness
of denatured
dead
statically disconnected win/lose dogma
of capitalistic righthand dominant fundamentalism
of deductive reasoning

As if such empty rightbrain inductive denialism,
such win/win ecosystemic...

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I’m sorry to tell you my mind has fallen apart.
As I hide in the cracks of the sidewalks heart.
A piece of bone, fragilely approached the surface.
An old man so strange reached for my brain.
He told me,
That the candle in my mind has flickered into nothing...

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A reflection 
Is that enquiry
That touches 
Our past 
My wintered rose
As centered
My prose
Life 
My splinter
As the mist rose
The path taken 
The path of that
No often chose
And in the ending 
I say goodbye 
To those 
Whom greet me
“Hello”
The cure 
A smoothly 
Moved cello

Snow flakes
On days 
It...

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