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My poetic muse is such a fickle thing,
One minute hiding,
from my probing and penetrating mind.
Next leaping up dancing, and singing,
and throwing ideas and words
and phrases at me so fast that
we collide in a heap.
We slowly detangle ourselves.
He apologizes for keeping me in the dark,
but is now ready
to create in a serious way.
He gently tosses words and ideas at me
But they begin to frolic and wrestle,
reminding me of puppies at play.
How can I make sense out of such a jumble?
And yet as they play, a word leaps out of the pile,
tumbles into my brain.
My brain tosses it about for a while
looking for a place to put it
when another word and then a phrase
join in the fun.
My fingers start typing.
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The eyes of my heart
Look out toward God
To find answers and truth
God gently turns my gaze inward
and says,
“Look into the depths
of your soul,
where my wisdom
is already planted.”
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Why do poets take such pains to
create something so hard to understand?
Do they purposely try to cover deep truths
with big words and fancy phrases?
Why not just say what they want us to know
and be done with it?
But wait, you say?
Take some time
to just sit with a poem……..
just sit
and think………
and allow the poem to seep in
through locked pores
and closed heart.
Perhaps a softening
around the tough edges
of your psyche;
A word or two
opening a space in the deep places of your soul.
But be careful
Lest a door fly open
shattering closely held opinions
Exploding the chaos and clutter of your life.
And in the rubble left behind……..
the quiet and dark……..
A small light
Introducing you to yourself.
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One day I happened to see
God’s to-do list.
I had imagined it to be filled to
brimming over
with all the
things God must do.
But it was so simple
One word filled the page,
LOVE.
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Beauty Unseen
The flower bud
at the end of the stem……
revealing nothing that is within.
Buffeted about by storms.
with little care to the future.
A solitary bump
on an otherwise scrawny stem.
Some one passes by and thinks,
“How plain…..”.
A man sits in a doorway
Head bent down
With little care to the future,
revealing nothing that is within.
Some one passes by and thinks,
“Another homeless man…….”
The man sees the bud
on the scrawny plant
clinging to the patch of dirt
between the cracks of the sidewalk.
Drawn to the sight
as if soul to soul
He lifts the plant,
moves it to safer ground,
knowing the beauty that waits within.
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My fingers drift across the small head
resting on my shoulder.
caressing the fuzzy down
pausing at the soft spot,
while I wonder at the
miracle of creation.
The sweet scent of baby powder
mingles with the smell of milk
on my shirt.
Soft baby babble reaches my ear
Then the whispered mewing of early sleep.
Limp with drowsiness
My baby slumbers.
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Discoveries
A child put her small hand
in my big hand.
Trusting me to show her
the world.
As we walked, she suddenly knelt
and stared with wonder
at the ant
crawling along the ground.
She put her little hand
back in my big hand.
And we continued
so I could show her
the world.
She froze and looked up
As the sound of far-off honking
heralding a flock of geese
coming our way.
Again we set off
hand in hand
to see the world.
She stopped and laughed
as she lifted her smiling face
to feel the wind softly blowing
through her hair and across her cheek.
I put my big hand
in her little hand
and we continued on our journey
of discovery.
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4 am darkness
4am darkness
A bed for solitude
And deep thinking
The enveloping quiet
caresses the imagination.
Thoughts drift like
bubbles from a wand
landing softly,
quivering in excitement
for the time when they
will be ready to pop
into reality.
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Deep Abyss
I teeter on the edge of
a deep abyss,
Calling to me
Heart to heart, love to love……
Control wrapping me
With tightly held tendrils
Preventing the fall
My heart yearns for.
The call of love,
Beckons me to break the bonds
And fall into the silence.
The unknowing that my heart
Already knows so well.
I pull at the bonds
Only to discover my own fingers
Wrapped tightly around my heart.
Protecting, Controlling.
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Lone Bird
Dawn
the turning time,
inky black to smoky gray,
my mood matching
the somber colors above
The song
of a lone bird
floats through the air,
sinks deep into my heart.
Swaying gently to its melody,
my arms reach
heavenward,
opening,
inviting,
receiving.
and turn,
to embrace the world.
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