Posts Tagged: blow

The Death of Poetry

I wonder sometimes if poetry is dead. Replaced by texts and tweets and our proclivity for retreat. We want to be close, but wander instead. The autumn leaves still change And breezes still blow As tuned into the vast blue portals Short echoes are all we know Instants of grandeur Replaced by distractions we carry

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Rejection’s Choice

You left, yet I remain Dazzling white lights hinting at beyond Dark shadows of eternal longing A teaspoon of everything, of nil Soul wracking collisions of karma and chi Waves still crash on wearing rocks Tenacity wanders in sweet silence Begging the unmet hopes to last You left, yet I remain Lines of seven unsung

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Ancient Secrets

Ancient wisdom finds a place In the beat of a primitive drum Dawning of the fire’s heartbeat From the mouth of the volcano Taste the searing white heat Foam from the passionate place Rocking and moving and moaning Wake to the reality of the drum Sing the ancient chants of the heart Release the lost

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Bubbles in the Sun

Perfect innocence freed Blowing bubbles in the sun Precious beauty rising On the passing Spring breeze Angel, princess, child Wondrous gift of God Brightening up the world With the light of your eyes Princess of glorious hope Teaching us to play Bubbles in the sun From the miracle of you

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