Category: reading/writing
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Night’s curtain
at night you write poems with ink of light etching ancient truths on night’s curtain the white hot pen does not sear your fingers in the morning words melt away in sunlight you try to remember what is written a bright stylus pressing against the night your only memory 8-9-25
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Waiting
beyond the door of our house I sit in the shade on my right a small table, a bottle of water, a notebook, a book of poetry, a book of prayers bright green moss cushions my feet birds call from the woods the Tourettes hum of distant traffic palms turned skyward I’m waiting for healing…
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Reading Adam Heschel
lack of information will not destroy us we have enough information rather the lack of kindness will but a willingness to accept the middle path can save us all 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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Crescent moon
you waited for a full moon to be inspired unaware the moon is resting in the shade there is no better time than now 4-11-25
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Fourteen lines
Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…
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Tom Joad’s shovel
in my compost pile of library books, magazines and family book shelves I searched tidal flats for signs of life with Steinbeck shared intimate secrets with Dickinson, Sexton and Edna St. Vincent Millay I gloried in myths and legions with victors and survivors studied the Bible to stay awake during sermons read dictionaries, Reader Digest…
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Folktales among the disenchanted
Enchantment arises From the disenchanted Magic is out there Waiting for words to congeal Write it down Future generations to marvel At our waiting to be disenchanted Before we find our magic 11-15-24
My husband's poetry 