Short Silver Dollar Poems

a silver dollar
follows my finger -
a child’s reflection

4/17/2018...

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Silver Dollar

Eighteen-eighty-nine
Many millions touched your face
You are still a buck....

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attracted to her fingers
and slippery as an eel
its one dead eye stares at her
— the silver dollar

lonely child spoons dirt over
the sandwich bag zippered shut
there’s naught burial at sea
— two sticks form a cross

10/13/2018...

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silver dollar moon
suspended in a dark sky
wind rustles the autumn leaves
secrets in the night
moonbeams on the forest floor
wolves pay homage at midnight



Barbara Gorelick 10/14/11
For Russel's Full Moon contest...

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Standing by the wishing well,
A silver dollar in my hand.
Made my wish and dropped it in,
Out popped a golden wedding band.

I slipped the ring on my finger,
And tossed another dollar in.
No sooner that it hit the water,
There you stood with a shining grin.

Third coin I made my final wish,
Then my heart began to sing.
You wore a silken gown of white,
And on your hand a diamond ring....

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oh mighty mother,
protector of calm
reveal your silver dollar face
kiss my brow.

whisper in your misty breath
secrets of the past;
what have you seen 
oh ancient one?
  _________

silent guardian,
muse of the many
omen of womanhood
bid my pale cheek goodnight.

graze upon my fingertips
hold me gently.
prance on my dewy eyelashes, and
sing me to sleep with your immortal song.



3/9/20...

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Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket
The red tip of my own nose.
Their lime green imagination
Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe.
Her silver dollar face raises hellfire
Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts.
Goodnight to the lucky cat
Who kisses my cheek with his prose.
Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass
While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze.
The weight of dreams lifted off my shoulders
By the kiss of conciousness on my nose....

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Silver dollar orbits full,
illuminates a slumbered trail.
Like tidal rhythms I feel the pull.
Subconsciousness now sets sail.

I'm floating, flying viewing all
as my mind stays on the ground.
And suddenly I'm very small,
no conflict can be found.

The daily worries, stress and fears
seem to vanish with the night.
And loneliness just disappears
in dreams when I take flight.

yet even this nirvana state
finds abrupt dissolution.
Eagerly my mind awaits
it's nocturnal resolution....

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