Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

ALONE, NOT ALONE

ALONE, NOT ALONE Alone, not alone, driving home after midnight from evening at your side the stars are singing us like songs of deliverance, while the wind carries back to your door gentle as your touch the incense of our joy. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 23, 2007

TAKEOFF

TAKEOFF Plane awakens humming, coils like snake, then strikes skyward to union with the Sun, clouds rivers land becoming one. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

CENTER-PIVOT IRRIGATION AS SEEN FROM AN AIRPLANE

CENTER-PIVOT IRRIGATION AS SEEN FROM AN AIRPLANE Center-pivot wheels turn the earth gears revolving to lift crops from barren plains New Mexico ©T. Patrick Berry Note: Center-pivot sprinklers are mobile sprinkler systems that revolve around a fixed center pivot and irrigate circular fields. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

WHAT WORLDS ARISE FROM THIS FOG?

WHAT WORLDS ARISE FROM THIS FOG? What worlds arise from this fog, what dreams in this waking? What visions in this unseeing, what tomorrows in this dawn? Out there, in the mists, beyond, the wonders we dreamed of are living. The love we yearned for, the love we had abandoned all hope of finding,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

THE BOWMAKER AND THE FIDDLER

THE BOWMAKER AND THE FIDDLER I don’t want to be like the bowmaker who crafts exquisite violin bows but can’t play a note. Let me be like the fiddler who magically fiddles and dances at the same time, doing both with all the pent-up passion and fire that lie waiting to be unleashed in her fiddle and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

A SHORTAGE OF CLOTHING DURING A MOVE

A SHORTAGE OF CLOTHING DURING A MOVE Moving, and everything is in giddy disarray. This shirt, the only one I can find to wear, is too small. Did I shrink this, or have I outgrown it? So it is with our passage into the world to come, our progression from one vantage point to the next, each providing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 18, 2007

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE - A PARODY

A change of pace - some political satire LEAVING ON A JET PLANE A parody for Nancy Pelosi’s military 757 with bedroom suite, with apologies to John Denver Hastert had a commuter jet That’s just middling, I want the best – A great big flying bedroom in the sky Puddle-jumper just won’t do Must be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

The Lost Address Book

THE LOST ADDRESS BOOK My address book is missing. Does that mean that everyone in it is lost as well, vanished with it from the face of the Earth, subject of other frantic searching? Are they as needed, as wanted by anyone as much as I yearn for this book that bears their names? I search in every... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

WHY I HAVE TROUBLE READING OTHER PEOPLE’S POETRY

WHY I HAVE TROUBLE READING OTHER PEOPLE’S POETRY It is not conceit that rises like a fog between my mind and the poems of others. It is a matter of music. The words I see I understand; I perceive what the words they use are saying when read as merely words. A poet is a conductor of an orchestra of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

POETRY WITHOUT LANGUAGE

POETRY WITHOUT LANGUAGE God writes poetry without language, sings ecstatic songs without words. Even though night may fall, even though we sleep, God never ceases writing - for every second, whether we are awake or asleep, is a new stroke of the Eternal’s pen, writing time like an endless sonnet on... Sign in to see full entry.

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