Autumn Muse Poems

"Inside the Winter Wild"

Inside the Wild, 

Winter races 
towards Time 
like a runnaway train

it’s shadowy 
and dark,
yet, inside Winter, 

the wild keeps
without fail
its burning light,...

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Only for a moment, 
Does the wind blow in the frosty fragments,
Like stories woven through the gales,
Erasing the night, the pines
With a beautiful cloak of...

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               This past summer
      'mongst the...

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(Terza Rima Sonnet)


Elated illusions laugh at my reason
Creations of my mind erase dark shadows
I care I search for the joy in each season

Beauties this awesome...

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Shy, erasing the darkest night
Whispers of grace over the sky
Blazing bold, impulse’s delight
Pearlescent promise’s soft sigh

Beautiful glow, so inviting
Shy, erasing the darkest night
Breathless flame, humbly...

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Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing...

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Words spoken softly as leaves fall
Quiet prayers, restore the light
Reminiscing on dreams who call
Wishing the soul a gentle night

Autumn crunches beneath our feet
Blessed by the...

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Honey coloured blossom
dawn-to-dark 
pensive belle
bear the palm 
tremulous branches 
moves back and forth 
toppling flamelike
beauty by the road 
golden hue forsaken 
trampled by feet...

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I'm afraid O world of Verse! 
From hands of wilful callous death
It may be so that I may cease
Before I render thee my breath,

Thou stand...

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Oh, standing by thy greenish grave ! 
I ponder for thousands of times
I write and write and then tear out 
Hundreds of notes hundreds of...

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"Notes on a Wrist" 

the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life

the semicolan
stretches like 
the devil
hungers 

it can 
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip

ever...

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"Living"

That one-eyed god, 
that strange god
the colour of the sun,
leonine, speaks 
in strange ways to me, 
waking me up
purring seductively,
message received
obliquely through 
the smaller 
sentient...

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"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like...

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Balancing wind has moved in with a spin.
Serenity of the forest locked in.
Autumn colors left in October winds,
quantum foliage falls on.

Crow unlocks secret robin, lost...

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“I can hear my muse whispering tenderly in my ear. There is a story that wants to be told, and I'm merely its chosen vessel.”
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