Category: Poem
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Kama
Royal honey is the blood of my womb, lush creation, even messy havoc, hungry for birth. I am Kama. My desire burns as the sun; I breathe floral light, savor the dusty bloom of your earth & devour your elixir. I enchant you with my dance & song: …
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The Visitant
A house that grows taller may collapse or be reborn, its brick spine realigned, & new colors applied to the relic. This house stands rigid in gauzy light, an old man using breeze as an inhaler. The front steps creak under the Visitant, bearing cerements. The porch, a broken hip…
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Summer’s End
From seedlings in spring to tall grasses in summer sun, we stand, scanning the lapping currents from our spot. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water bugs mate and die while widow skimmers dance on the waves in bright light. A turtle basks on a dead limb that’s caught in…
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Searching
I am crying for the Amazon because the loss of animal life and the trees is devastating. This poem honors our forests, the arms of the Goddess, still reaching out to us though we forget who she is, our dear Mother Earth. The way goes deep into these dark woods.…
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The Sound of Silence
Listening for silence Is like living with tinnitus. The ears ringing resounding notes. Chicks chirping for food. Roosters crowing their warnings. The chorus of frogs mating. Cicadas rejoicing In their summer release From years of birthing In their earth womb. Released, they scream their tunes Playing their tymbals for mates. …
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Picking Blueberries with Mom
This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Picking Blueberries with Mom On hot summer Michigan days, Mom loved picking wild blueberries. We would be on that promised trip…
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So Long, My Friend
So long, my friend, How short was your stay. I was too caught up In my mindless days To sit with you When your blooms were lush and Singing in the sun and air. You were glorious Even when the snow surprised us all. Still, you held your back up,…
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The Poet Dreamer
The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each…
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Caught in the Headlights
As each day begins, nothing is given. The calendar states, No guarantees. But that’s in the fine print Obscured by our desires Or our tight hold on our destinies. We know what we are doing. The event planned is cancelled Due to bad weather. But we go anyway, Driving…
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Dolphin
Though the seas rage green, You breathe into each wave, Riding the vast, fearless, Sinking into the primordial dimensions Of creative surge With child-like wonder, Playful and joyous. Instinct seeks its tribe. Together, you are valiant in battle, Guarding and protecting Even the stranger. Your laughter, a lifeline For…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 