I
May
Ponder
Any
Creative
Thought
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HAIKU 0087
Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
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HOLLOW
Hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song.
Simply intricate
in its glorious arrangement—
subtly quiet.
Omnipresent.
Vibration
ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush.
A moment ticks
beyond yourself,
Drum beat— Heartbeat—
Silent beat—
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HAIKU 0087
Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
Copyright David Hoffmann © 2015 – All Rights Reserved
HOLLOW
Hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song.
Simply intricate
in its glorious arrangement—
subtly quiet.
Omnipresent.
Vibration
ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush.
A moment ticks
beyond yourself,
Drum beat— Heartbeat—
Silent beat—
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I read THE DANCE during the after party at the writer’s group
THE DANCE
Tears
have fallen for
the presence of a large band
moving every heart in the room.
Hearts have fallen too.
Long flowing gowns
and beautiful hair
accentuate
the rhythm and rhyme of three four time.
Sharpness is a well-dressed man
firmly leading his partner to the depth of herself.
A sight to behold.
The display may linger—
Forever.
Enlightened by crystal chandeliers,
captivated by eyes
speaking in a whirl of emotion.
The call of leather.
The scent of a woman.
A playground for the soul.
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Whispering silence—
canopy of starry night—
portal to beyond
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Her eyes glinted as sunlight played upon blades of grass.
Dewdrops’ faces reflected rainbows.
Expressions; like points of crystals
Reaching from deep within.
Her hair moved gently as breeze led the dance.
Dew drops let go of their delicate hold.
Like a tear’s joyful journey washing away
Flowing from deep within.
She smiled as rainbows touched her heart.
Droplets let go of their delicate hold.
Like dew drops with faces;
Reflecting from deep within.
She blinked as if waking from a dream.
Ink flowed from her pen
Like a journey of beginnings in the palm of her hand.
Stories from deep within.
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Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author.
Residing in an
aging Hotel more or Less—
spirit yearns to soar
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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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