Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Remembering Morning
Songs of morning wake the dew in trembles. Blue jay flits, red bird sits. Colors blend into garden flowers, admiring variety, calling, remembering, front porch poetry, whispers of happiness, planning our days by the quiet light of the pine tree. Gathering words from cloudless skies, knowing kisses...
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Saturday, July 7, 2007
Mourning Dove
Mourning dove mourns the empty porch, the waking of day alone; the rainless humidity, the ending of what was. Mourning dove coo's the sun hiding behind clouds, the unmowed lawn, the waterless bird bath, the post without grain. Mourning dove gazes at its reflection in me; and doesn't fly off. I fill...
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Thursday, July 5, 2007
All that Mattered
Each day I recall a new memory. Today it's Lawrence, Kansas where we found the gallery of God. Light played in the upstairs among new art and tapestry. Downstairs you read to me, we talked about books. You found a new poet, thick book of genius and inspiration, worth the whole trip, you said later....
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Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Porcelain Heart
Why does porcelain so easily crack and break? Plastic bends and is easily flexible... but there's nothing plastic here, only that which is genuine. Porcelain isn't put out on the 4th of July, with the styrofoam and throw aways. It quietly sits behind glass, or behind closed cupboards, reserved for...
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Monday, July 2, 2007
Big Bang Boogie
I took the stars down one by one. Reworked their fire, their light, made lemon candy and frosted glaze for cupcakes and sugar drop cookies. I took the rings of Saturn and made a lasso to pull you to me for some hoola hoopin' and big bang boogie. I'll return the stars to their place, the ring back to...
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Sunday, July 1, 2007
Smoothing
I sit where you sat, embrace the morning air, the psalms of birds mixed with praises of light wind. Slow mornings, coffee-scented air, the promise of a day filled with art, music and poetry. The promise of a lifetime where understanding is the river sparkling in pastel light, the current of beauty...
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Saturday, June 30, 2007
Perfect
I open the window to bring back memories. The soft breeze, light rain and cool air clean away the dross of mind. The green is lush with thoughts of you... our walks, our words, our dreams shared with lemonade in the heat of summer nights and fireflies. They say nothing is perfect, but we know...
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Grove of Forks
In a walnut grove at Longview Lake, I draw a forked tree, consider two directions. One where I continue at the wishing well running out of coins; the other where we travel to where blue herons and dragonflies live on in more than just our poetry and art. Why is it the choice is never fully mine to...
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Tears
My tears, silver fishes swimming in mascara of raven rivers. Blind by the beauty, of two bodies, braided into singularity; lipped clouds open, unsettling destination unleashing the floodgate. I am not a martyr but a grieving willow caught in a wind, bending, but not falling, cracking, but not...
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
At 3:00 A.M.
Master artist softens the limestone with his strokes. I watch and draw him as he stares into the memories he captures in shades and shadows. We will remember these moments at 3:00 A.M. when sleep denies us its courtesy and the darkened room haunts and grieves us, taking us back to the trail of tears...
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