Category: beauty
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Zen Gaelic
You caught the blue grey glint of a single pinwheeling feather falling from the sky. It left no ripple on the water as it sank. No one saw its surrender but you. 6-16-21
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Walking meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh
1) moss comes green on the morning after rain halfway to your destination not wanting to crush haploid to diploid dance you stand paralyzed 2) a crow lands on a limb above your head shakes chill water from leaves you continue on in a village of plums bloom words “each mindful step, reminds us that…
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praying to patriarchs
thread bare dress sinew and bone calloused feet on ground hands in air I have four kids, don’t call me lazy, I work three jobs, none pay a living wage I’m not your incubator to impregnate and leave I make ends that have no end – meet pay me a living wage and give me…
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wet paint
Before rain comes to fill my ears with neighborhood gossip, I gathered yard debris, admired the blooming azaleas, the last blood red camellia, I plan to sit outside on the porch, attempt, once more, to hack recursive algorithms, fractal Pollack patterns petals drip in homage on moss or maybe, I’ll take a nap. 3-31-21
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viny ground
one bright blossom unique among green vines would your beauty become lost in a bouquet? eyes unable to linger find subtle hues wrapped in monogamy 3-7-21
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Camelia haiku
Camelia blooms red Petals bleed upon cold ground I mourn the blossoms 2-25-21
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Home
After unloading the car You stood at park’s edge Cup of tomato soup in hand Tree frogs sang in sky They didn’t miss you But you missed them This morning, you photograph Hyacinths blooming by the steps Listen to the back and forth of birds Watch squirrels play tag Wave at a neighbor Sip coffee…
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haiku through my daughter’s window
winter sun outside glistens with dichotomy as a cold snow falls 2-9-21
My husband's poetry 