Best Skitters Poems

Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back...

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SOUL TO SOUL
(Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.)

SOUL TO SOUL ***

The early morning call.
   A sand dollar skitters in...

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If I close my eyes I can almost smell the flowers 
buttoning into summer with a vibrant petal stir 
Walking through the lane I own...

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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.

I...

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Venturing outside, I notice that the freshly fallen snow rests upon the park bench as if it were a feather cushion, soft and warm. It...

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Early morning. I head toward the walking trails near my home. The air moves around me in blossoming brilliant arcs within the sun rays of...

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Modern landscaping amuses me no end
in mansions and cottages round the bend.

To folks who seem aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is still ill-manicured,

unless there are potteries...

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Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
                   ...

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A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father...

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At One With The Sea
Lying on the sand the wave toppled over me
Before I knew it I was dragged far out to sea
I gulped in...

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Silence, a gift that offers respite from sound. 
Practiced by librarians and the palace guard duty bound. 
A moment in night when all humans slumber,
Opportunity...

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The artiste's window gradually falling down
Holds the view of the prince's throne and crown
The ordered maidens, freely, the palace roams
Like leaves in autumn, dry, litter...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on...

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God, how I hate (when I can't go to sleep),
HATE the feeling sleep never will come.
In moments like this, I wonder if my death
Might be...

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something in so-called modern
     landscaping amuses me no end,
          be it in...

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