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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

WIND CHIMES AT NEPENTHE

WIND CHIMES AT NEPENTHE May the Wind that plays these chimes play within my Soul the soundless music that raises these mountains from the sea, that veils these skies with clouds, that calls the waves home to break upon the shore; May it carry my senses beyond the black and white starkness of my own... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

LARYNGITIS

LARYNGITIS I awoke today with laryngitis - truly a blessing in disguise, for it forces me to be quiet. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

HAIKU # 69

HAIKU # 69 Summer thunderstorms frighten the elephants of WahKeeny, Kansas ©T. Patrick Berry News item: Circus elephants, frightened by thunderstorm, break loose and roam the streets of WahKeeny, Kansas.I knew as soon as I read it that there was a poem in its music. There's probably something longer... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

HAIKU # 68 – MY TWO-YEAR-OLD GRANDSON

HAIKU # 68 – MY TWO-YEAR-OLD GRANDSON I have all I need - binkie, blankie and grandpa to snuggle against. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 16, 2008

REDISCOVERING A GIFT

REDISCOVERING A GIFT Thunderstorm passes: Entranced, I listen, waking from sleep to see ghostly flashes of lighting through the tiny opening of a window, distant across the house. So my life now is: Where I was once free to watch, listen, immerse myself in the wonder about me, All is busy now, too... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

THE MASTER SKATER

THE MASTER SKATER The Master Skater glides, alchemist of motion exchanging essence with water, moving like fluid across the ice, pausing to help the children who, having watched in awe, now wobble out to him that they may learn his grace. And our Lord moves like fluid through this world of cold... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 9, 2008

BANKRUPTCY AUCTION, SPARKS, NEVADA, MAY, 1994

BANKRUPTCY AUCTION, SPARKS, NEVADA, MAY, 1994 Empty pavement, vacant buildings: The place is silent like death - for an enterprise has died here - silent except for the distant hubbub of the auctioneer and his customers gathered to dismember the corpse, the great armada of machines and trucks parked... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

DESERT HIGHWAY

DESERT HIGHWAY So very far from anywhere, a ship in an anti-ocean of water islands lost in seas of earth. She seems distant, untouchable as a mirage, and I long in this dryness to swim in her eyes. Traffic-noise calls out, escapes no further than the next ridgetop, then is lost, perishing in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

IF I HAD WINGS TO FLY

IF I HAD WINGS TO FLY If I had wings to fly, I'd fly to highest heaven and carry back love's glory, borne on spirit winds. If I had legs to run, I'd run around the world, each step in time with the beating drum of love. If I had prayers to say, I'd pour out wordless yearnings, calling in the tide of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 1, 2008

SUNSET

SUNSET We watch the sunset together, you and I. You ask, “And how have you been?” I answer, retelling the news the days have given us. Gently the dusk comes gliding into our conversation, your words speaking memory’s soft, soft fade into forgetful night made brief by dawning of a new, quick day as... Sign in to see full entry.

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