Category: for another poet
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Apologies to Kahlil Gibran
In the shade sat a prophet a spiritual superhero – so to say tired of a world always in travail tired of always being on call to work miracles they decided they no longer needed to work miracles and accepted death as their greatest miracle
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Wallace Stevens revisited
Empire in apocalyptic disrepair The end is near Soggy cone Drips ice cream down arm and chin Mother says, “Silly boy – throw it out, wipe your chin, there’s always more.” 6-26-22
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Lang’s song about love
I wake with an earworm lying on my pillow singing, “Emily’s poems are gathering dust…” Silently, I repeat Ben Franklin’s, “The early bird gets the worm.” I have letters to write, events to plan and promises to keep. I tell myself to leave her poems alone, face the tasks at hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll pull…
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Summer rain
in fading light on our front porch sit…read Thomas Hardy’s poems while rain drums tympany on the roof of my regrets 7-11-25
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A found poem
Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25
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haiku while reading Rupi Kaur
a thousand kind words but you obsess on one slight I am poor at math 3-18-25
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Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh
above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23
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Poem before dying
Lorca wrote of roosters, of eating cemetery grass, of weeping little boys, of snow, of guitars, of murder, of women dropping off to sleep, of a resurrection that will never come, and he makes me weep. I write of barking dogs and feral cats, of trash on asphalt courts, of weeping little boys, of warm…
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