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Poetry

The Rose

Even the most darling rose

is a work in progress.

Be the rose.

How beautiful

that she will show you the way

to freedom.

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Poetry

Sweet Love Departed

When there is,

in this soft heart,

a tear for sweet love departed,

a tender wave of grief upon the shore;

where do these small hands go?

How do I hold

and kiss

and whisper

each precious ache

into wholeness, once more?

There is an apricot sun in the distance.

There is a mighty perfection

twinkling in the eye.

And so it is,

the ache shall be

here

and I shall know her.

Until I have known her eternal home.

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Poetry

A Poet

Of all the labels I reject

a poet’

is the one golden cage

ringing true to my soul.

It holds my heart,

this stamp that tells me-

not who I am,

but what I do in the world

and how these depths consume me.

And though a label

is but a boundary with imaginary walls

in a universe unending,

a poet

I am

in words

and heart.

A poet I am,

I am.

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Poetry

Beautiful Tears

In the shadow of love

is the aching

of fear.

And I hold you,

love.

I hold you

and your beautiful tears.

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Poetry

A Gift

As if

to fall asleep in the arms of another

could be anything less than a gift

to be cherished.

Life and her beautiful pages;

how precious she is,

indeed,

for the sweetness of it.

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Poetry

Darling and Delight

I see nothing but darling

and delight

in all things.

For the aches are there

to be held

by the beauty

that is love.

And the joys

rocket to the sky

on wings of their own.

Is this not heaven where I lie?

What sweeter perfection

might the illusion

of some other day

bring?

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Poetry

The Angel There

As the ice drips

from this frozen heart,

here grows the beauty

of feelings gone by.

How I remember you,

dear echo of friendship.

How clear it has become that

kindness

was the angel there.

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Poetry

Beautiful

Let me tell you

how the small things you do

are beautiful.

Let me show you this mirror,

let you reach for it in wonder.

This shine belongs to you,

do you see?

Do you see?

Yes,

you see.

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Poetry

One

Hush, dear soul,

there is no need to question

the aching sorrows.

For they are there,

as is the joy;

two faithful companions

on the road to somewhere

and nowhere.

Oh, dear soul.

It is true there are questions

unanswered,

doors left unclosed.

Listen to the wind and you will see

there are no doors

truly

to close.

Only the ever drifting whispers

of impermanent life.

Always moving.

Never arriving.

My, dear soul.

Yes, we are weary.

Yes, we shall row into the sunset

as one.

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Layers of Illusion

Woman.

Professional woman.

Single professional woman.

Blonde single professional woman.

Old blonde single professional woman.

Sweet old blonde single professional woman.

Joyful sweet old blonde single professional woman.

Australian sweet old blonde single professional woman.

Human.

Man.

Unemployed man.

Married unemployed man.

Blonde married unemployed man.

Middle-aged blonde married unemployed man.

Funny middle-aged blonde married unemployed man.

Sad funny middle-aged blonde married unemployed man.

American sad funny middle-aged blonde married unemployed man.

Human.

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