Category: Poem
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Sunday Best: Gaia
I’m grateful for the subject matter. Gaia is suffering, and only we can reach out to her and minister to her needs. At the very least, we can work with her to co-create a new Earth free of fire, flood, and fear. I was pleased to get first place in…
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I am Your Mother
I see you looking at me from a far my curves draw you closer to my lush landscape my sphere, toughened by time hewn by gravity held by dark matter Have you seen my sacred dance I spin in ivory clouds, my shawl, the rivers, my beads of turquoise …
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Status: Unfriended – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
We took for granted those easy days, believing in bonds, implicit contracts, soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm & kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee brewing for the brunches. Life…the miles… left us in the wilderness without food or drink or matches, only emojis, tags, and Messenger.…
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Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted in shadows. Voices, hollow sounds, Called from the dinner table, but My legs, dead trunks, Held me to a bed With a view to other children. How they danced, Like pansies and violets, Their…
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Tao Play
When they come to the temple, they are but broken warriors, seeking redemption in Tao play. They enter the temple gates out of the shadows of their lives in the light of the sun rising on the horizon. They are vessels receiving and giving sustenance from the…
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Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for other opportunities to feature your work. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE…
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A Fine Coat
Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth. Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to…
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River Grass at Summer’s End
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a…
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Keep
This poem is for a challenge at dVerse~Poets Pub to write a poem of 44 words (Quadrille) using the word ‘Keep’. Keep is to cherish as love undenied. Keep is to perish as vinegar from wine. Keep is to guard like gold bricks and silver. Keep is too hard if…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 