A Teenager's Heart
Each moment a whirl of excitement
I'm jumping off a ledge with closed eyes
with the bottom never to be seen
Each day isa grueling journey without a map
I feel so found yet simultaneouslylost
I'm a wall of love with small indents of hate
Curiosity is ...
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Craftsmanship of Amber
As
Days weep
Down the gnarled
Trunk of Time
In glisteningbeads of golden sap,
So life is masterfully channeled
Into iridescent moldsof human experience.
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Fading Images
Footprints in the sand
A memory that can last
Till high tides roll in
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Good-bye My Friend
Today I stand and look into your eyes,
as I've done so many timesbefore.
Best friends we've stood through thick and thin;
floods of memoriesbring me a smile.
I remember sleepovers, bike rides, junior high and new-to-uscars.
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Heat
The druids outside my window
hang their cowled heads in
leafycontemplation
among my cabbages and squash.
The mist of morningcloaks
their shoulders and the curve
of their necks bent under the weightof
a hundred seeds.
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My Dog and Her Bumblebee
Surveying the landscape, it sat tall on its throne
ruling the land ofCabinet,
in the country of Kitchen.
Its soup-can subjects marveledat
the perfection of its circular silver shape.
The white of its sidesbellowed the word
"Bumblebee"
in bold red letters.
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My Neighbor
She walks.
It is more like a march.
There should be a band followingher,
Or an army.
Each day the same route
Past my house
And the onenext door
And back to her own.
Repeat.
She strides up my frontporch
As though she dwells within.
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Octagonal Trophy
Sitting on the table violently attacked by the sun
I am showered withits brilliant reflection
Like a cubical room with the windows in place ofwalls
Filled with diamonds at noon on a hot summer day
Octagonal with tightedges hugging
A disproportionate stop sign
Standing ...
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Park Images
faint scent of honeysuckle
reeds complain of the heat
as shadesof gray
paired with a patch of paint-like royal blue
sail across the waterwith dignity
murky water mourns what should have been a perfect
reflectionof the sky
gray asphalt mars what should have been true ...
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Singularity
I would like to sit on the excess universe,
Beyond the lines of space,
Aplace without a single curse
To find a muted place
I want to nourish mymind's kingdom
And think the thoughts I keep,
To marinate in wisdom
Andin contemplation deep
I desire simply some ...
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Snapshot
"All together now ...
one, two, three ...
CLICK"
Asnapshot of five of the closest friends ever
A piece of time, held foreverstill
Never to be changed or altered
Perfection, happiness,closeness
Always.
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The Colors
Writing Inspired by Henry David Thoreau
"Simplify,simplify."
How easy life would be
how understandable
if we wouldsimply simplify
EVERYTHING
into colors.
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The Mud Sings Brahms
The Mud sings Brahms
and I know so because I have
fallen into itseventeen
thousand times, till my
feet bled and trees sprouted.
Now mudruns through my veins
and I know that next time I fall
I will dissipateand
kiss the cabbages
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The Power of Love
He told me that it was love
That gave him insomnia.
Love made him aperfectionist.
Love gave back his deep emotions.
Hidden deep down in hisfiery heart ...
Only to be found by the strongest feeling - LOVE.
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The Proposal
As I watched the sunrise
after a long night,
I ran my fingersthrough
the golden hair
of the angel laying next to me.
While sheslept,
a diamond ring glittering
on her hand,
I daydreamed
of thewonderful years
that lay ahead of us.
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I remember this photograph.
The apple picked from the orchard.
The horse in the distance.
Rosy cheeks.
Father behind me, redpaintbrush in hand,
Painting the barn door purple.
Matching a photographhe had seen.
Crazy ideas, always laughing at himself.
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This calm I breathe,
the black emerald-breasted birds
twittering asecret to each other,
flirt with my ear,
The hairy grass
dances, to andfro,
meddling in everyone's business but its own,
and I breathe,
maybethe breaths
of ancient Druids
or of Rumi, mad in his ...
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Where the Walls Come Together
In the corner of the room
Where the necklace lies upside-down
In asmall crevice where the walls come together.
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White Bass
Oh, little white bass,
how the minnows swim from you,
like lightning you strike
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