Winter Muse Poems

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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tender buds sprout on persuasive branches, spring
all the birds, tremble with anticipation
most gather round the feeder while others sing
hungry souls are enthralled by God’s creation

wistful...

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Unwrap my butterfly wings
Let’s see what hope brings
The bloody lies you feed me
Can’t free me, free me eternally

Shamelessly falling apart
Take heart or I’ll tear apart
I’m...

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I swallowed a bug.
Would like to say it was tasty 
or tender.. 
but those I can't remember.

It probably had wings 
dreamed of better things.
But down...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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Frost born muse—
Fingers paced, but of
Clouds gone by...
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fearless
rather brazen
occassionally broken
zealous
empath vibes…
nostalgic at night

imaginative, isolative, unpredictable
neglected in the cold for life

peace, come…come shine…
laced in loneliness, left behind
acknowledging the feeling of all alone
crimson remorse...

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"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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Blazing guns have a way with the weight
of words, when you're caught in between
green fields of summer and thorns, 
Much of the soul follows 
the...

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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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His eyes seem to tell her:
O not so wrapped in winter,
Be a bit bolder, 

And in rains wetter,
Beauty’s for the beholder,
Pray, do not deter,

Why I...

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Death Of A Snowflake

Irony is not lost on the dying.
As falling snowflakes no two are the same.
Endless monuments to god’s creation.
They are born in winter...

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My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be...

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As the final glimpse 
of the sun leads into 
an everlasting spectacle 
of twinkling dreams, 
peeking through 
    turmeric traces 
of an...

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"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to...

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