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 up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out to be confusing here,
but I just need to write this,...

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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 before its rushing wave.

A message bringing within a mosaic of tears,
   long to explore.
    ...

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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 a sweet review  
of all the roses  that once hugged my fence   

A little squirrel skitters...

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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 celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my eyes till they sting.
I will my stillness
to fill me, envelop...

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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 strewn around,
cracked, skewed, partly sunken in the ground.

But pots breed bad skitters that fill your artery
with dengue through this silly...

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Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
                          I pray my tears
          ...

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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 paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on...

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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 and struggled to find much needed air
But before I ran out of breath I found I didn’t care.

A silver sided...

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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 to reflect on all thoughts encumber.
But a world is found beyond the ears reach,
Skitters and flutters, the tiniest screech.
The bloom...

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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 the roads

 “Fall on your wounded knees and withered faith”,
The new king speaks into the poor man’s face.
“I precede you...

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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 a bridal gown.

Zedar has come to investigate. 
As Grand Sovereign of the New Republic 
he takes his responsibilities seriously, 
and...

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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 a lover with real potential,
Though the possibility of soul being real
Could mean death too, is but a dream fantasy.
Daylight offers...

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something in so-called modern
     landscaping amuses me no end,
          be it in plush mansions, resorts
               or some cottages...

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Swirling flickers from a flame
 Whisper on the scented breeze
  And dance their mystic game.

Burning wick as shadows change,
 Night skitters away in gentlest retreat
  From twirling flickers of a flame.

Orange licks that can't be tamed,
 Wax dribbles down in such splendid seeps
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Distant babble, a shout, an egg beater,
What does the clock say?
More noise, a dream dancing just beyond memory’s reach,
Where are my glasses?
6:45, no, 8:54
I found them on the sill.
Down one, then two floors,
The babble becomes intelligible.

Mom’s answering emails
Bob plays Toy Crush
I see Zac reading
Despite the...

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