Short Interweaving Poems

TRUTH
d i v i n e
h o l o g r a m

matter and ether’s
sacred    interweaving
from   atoms   to   galaxies
“See a world in a grain of sand”

—William Blake

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A butterfly collage dances
effortlessly floating 
going higher 
interweaving...jumping...kissing 
lakes mountains 
nearby opal pastures
quivering rainbows
swimming through
universal veiled wings
'xcel yearning zest

June 7th 2023
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Skywardly yearning,
wheeling and turning,
an exaltation of larks!
Lines interleaving,
wings interweaving
an orchestration of arcs!

Just shadow and light
imbuing their flight,
shape-shifting magic they fly.
With artistic flair,
their canvas the air,
this brush of wings paints the sky!

July 22,2014...

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   My intricate interlacing strokes
           mirror the swaying
               interweaving 
          of her skillful dance

          She divests playfully
                  just a bit

   She woos me with importunity
            yet needs me not
             I close in tightly
            yet need her not

       How faithfully we dance...

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Illustrating erectness in such a bright sky.
Soon, the sky turned from blue to dark gray.
Rhizomes of two giant oak trees.
Interweaving as beauteous poems breeze.
Rustling branches without groans or smoke.
The lightning strikes the killing stroke.
It echoed the most powerful thunderclap.
A lifetime spent together, was under the cap.

Written: November 09, 2022...

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a slip through time 
      of that already known 
      
when a sudden prompt from the unconscious
       to the conscious 
of a memory from a past or future life
replays in the present 

a deep feeling of familiarity floods the body 
a sense of wonder and awe 
       of the complex interweaving lives 
planned by the soul in order to grow 

and this life - your life
     is a part of that plan...

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I sat and watched
the interweaving bands
of silver ribbons
on Grandma's barn
dance and twirl
over the red wooden doors,
and gently tap
the stained glass windows
on the side facing Old Miller's Lane,
And I thought I saw
the ribbons holding hands
as they leaped over the brook,
streaming in golden hay
by a willow tree
where they once swung and played,
kissing under the purple snap-dragons
in the vase on Grandpa's grave....

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