Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

LUNCH BREAK AT THE RYER ISLAND FERRY - FATHER‘S DAY, 1996

LUNCH BREAK AT THE RYER ISLAND FERRY - FATHER‘S DAY, 1996 Let the old life go floating like a stick down the river of forgotten dreams. Toss its ashes to the wind, letting them scatter where they will; there‘s nothing you can do about it now. What’s done is done, what’s gone is gone forever, never... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

EVENING MEDITATION, ANANDA SACRAMENTO CENTER

EVENING MEDITATION, ANANDA SACRAMENTO CENTER The traffic sounds grow dim as we trade their distant din for silence yet more distant; then, as we let the day dissipate like smoke, the silence draws near, filling us, inviting us to release our sorrows, to embrace the stillness and give the magpies our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES

PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES When you’re getting to me, baby, when your memories cloud my mind, when I start thinking ‘bout you, baby, I grab my pickaxe and I make myself unwind. You walked out on me, baby, took my money, my life, my love, you wanted to make a new start, baby, And you showed me what you’re... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

THIRTY-NINE YEARS SEVEN MONTHS

THIRTY-NINE YEARS SEVEN MONTHS Clock ticks for no one. Only ghosts and memories live here now. Baskets and collectibles viewed by only occasional flies. No dog, only random sheddings. No talk or laughter, just the unheard echoes. Giants games on the radio gone like the Polo Grounds. No smell or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

KIRTAP’S MASTERPIECE

KIRTAP’S MASTERPIECE Kirtap has an inspiration – an idea to create a work of Beauty. He sets up a studio for the purpose in the back corner of his basement and goes to work. Day by day, he creates. Weeks pass into months. He abandons all else, forgets his job, his bills, loses all to the ecstasy of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 2, 2008

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION (Written for my readings at the Sacramento Poetry Marathon, July-August, 1996) They ask me to read poems by poets who have influenced my work, poets from other experiences, other perspectives and memories, other heartworlds. I have to shrug my shoulders as if looking at a fire... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

EARLY MORNING SNOW

EARLY MORNING SNOW Six inches of wet snow overnight – Ha, weatherman predicted one! Dig the drifts from walk and driveway, sweat and grunt in predawn glow of city lights reflected from enameled trees and roofs as rabbit pauses on the glistening concrete as if saying, thank you. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG River like glass - slightest riffle breaks the calm; no movement, no sound, day born in silent bliss. We stand beneath night sky graying as fire tints the dawn, swimming in pools of serenity deeper than the silvered waters. But the pools too soon run dry, for we must go... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

NIGHT AT DEER LAKE

NIGHT AT DEER LAKE Moonless night - gently awakened aware of something unsure - movement silent beside above me - deer pauses in browsing aware of something unsure lifts head over me silhouetted - a new constellation in the millions of stars. ©T. Patrick Berry Note: This tells of an actual encounter... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 24, 2008

THE DEL NORTE COUNTY ART CLUB CAMPOUT

THE DEL NORTE COUNTY ART CLUB CAMPOUT I lay in my sleeping bag, watching the full moon rise into a palletful of stars to illuminate our clearing in the firs and manzanita as the artists talk and laugh around the crackling fire - then soar with it to sleep, knowing, knowing on this one gentle night... Sign in to see full entry.

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