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Gayle Campbell Poem
Like a knitted farm blanket,
September's sun covers us.
Rolled up yarnballs are
haybales stacked and stored.
Click-clacking needles echo
horses' hooves, hurried hush.
Summer unravels like a glitch
in the pattern, only to become
a loop in the autumn purl.
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Gayle Campbell Poem
Footsteps thumping inches
down the ramp
under the stained glass window
gathering Jesus’ sheep
bleating and pausing
forward and sideways
scuffing the first white shoes
towards church
moments on the move
squatting before altar steps
with a devilish glint
in blue angel spaces
a hurried hosanna
reaches like yoga toes
and quickly giggles
with pontificating souls
dropping to knees
rub the foot-trodden rug
measuring worship
in tiny prayer
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Gayle Campbell Poem
Spiraled fingerprints
spinning placidly forward
fingers round and round
moving inward and outward
backward like a beet bulb
from the earth and falling
in circles furrowing
arced lines and curved strength
of muscle memory holding
me mindful of long time you
then and now pressing further
through freckles and primordial fuzz
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Gayle Campbell Poem
Languid and luscious wet
like watercolors I lay near
pillows seeking words
in a writer’s space riding
the story coursing
with compassion freely I drop
the book crested crimson
melts into hot rose petals soft
and succulent rising
into you falling into you
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Gayle Campbell Poem
Absolutely
no question that
normal life unequivocally
is life with you --
voracious in love, an
energetic longevity of devoted time,
resilient in forgiveness,
sure I am
always already
relinquishing
your ying to my yang.
Copyright © Gayle Campbell | Year Posted 2007
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