Allowing yourself—
submerge into whale singing
forgiveness awaits
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Allowing yourself—
submerge into whale singing
forgiveness awaits
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Hollow
hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song
simply sophisticated
in its complex arrangement—
subtly quiet
omnipresent
vibration ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush
a moment ticks
beyond yourself
drum beat—
heartbeat—
silent beat—
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Upon her crystal shores… waves of shimmering light.
Part of a larger symphony near water’s edge.
Under tall pine a leaf gently spirals to the ground.
A small note… unheard by most. A piece of that song.
A myriad of light from so far away… but really not so far.
A glimmer highlights the base of tall pine.
Blending with the fallen leaf’s song.
A neighbor’s melody of change.
A different forest. A new time.
Within the sounds… a symphony.
Within the rhythm… a remembrance.
A note heard by those who choose to listen.
Touched by a myriad of lights.
Reflecting upon a small leaf.
Sounds blending under tall pine.
Dancing around a tree… upon crystal shores.
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I am honored that the Grandmother’s Circle the Earth Foundation published this poem.
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.
Devastatingly
hollow heart— demolishing
The Chicago Stump
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Unconditional
enduring relationship—
a bridge to beyond
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A small girl on a frozen pond… skates in hand.
A small pond… trees nearby… snow is falling.
A bench to put on her skates.
A twinkle in her eye.
Touched by the wind on her face.
Spinning… spinning… spinning.
Snowflakes are falling.
Together, a picture.
A young woman kneels near the ice.
Her eyes catch the eyes of a small girl there.
Spinning… spinning…
She feels the presence of eyes upon her.
An old woman sits on the bench.
Her thoughts drift…
Eyes twinkle behind closed lids.
Painting pictures in the snow.
A small girl arrives… she sits on an empty bench.
Snowflakes fall.
She looks over a frozen pond… trees nearby.
A gust of wind… snowflakes spinning.
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Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author.
Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
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Continually
worrying is confusing—
will puzzle resolve
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Knocking outside
on the door.
Inside—
on the knees.
The visitor, an empty
aching hollow shell—
His fog of breath wafting.
Her fingers clatter.
She had left him at last.
Blood drips
in the corridor—
Her knife is now useless.
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Unnecessary
detrimental misgiving—
Please award the Prize
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