Coursings Poems - Poems about Coursings

... ( for Mom ) I’ll treasure dear while growing old I clasped your hand til it waxed cold a warm so gifted - touch and breath thus torn from me by time and death ......

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... an eagle … snake clutched in talons flew across the sun and cast its shadow beachward like a dark arrow … loosened I watched it soar and disappear into the fingery brume of the high fells ......

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... o how do moons deceive the dusk one breath from gone to there … like tapestries with Guipure lace stained soft with blue … and bare? o how should I yet mourn the......

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... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......

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... * This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. * ~ ruin of me … what was......

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...will it up grill it up fill it up to brimming swill to still those silly cells drowned in what they’re swimming press ‘em up mess ‘em up dress ‘em up with practice a hoarder in its order a......

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...the Golden Gate, she sang to me in a darkened whispered voice El Niño crying like a spoiled child of all the sad souls brought to her with desperation’s choice that flew like angels from her tr......

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...My Birthday,The Calendar Speaks Since January 4, 1951********** (Written for the Shanks, the Youngs & Jim) “...Raging glory...Forever young...”. Bob Dylan ————————————————ttt———————————————————......

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...A thread ... ties me to the Infinite a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed weaves the depth of my marrow to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ... O - sing, my soul, of all that I ......

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...I built my pillars My foundations, in sand Thusly, my confidence suffered Anon-and-gone, I struggled to fill the boxes Those blank cubes on the checklist of your needs Oh, I did it, eventu......

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... all my senses ... long to make sense ... of YOU what greets my gaze is perfect imperfection lines and curves and shapes and colors and movements mingled with sacred intent in sublime symmetr......

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...In the darkness of my closet I lay on my back...crying Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ear......

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