Category: Poem
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Abandoned Eyes
Abandoned Eyes Eyes are wise. With lids open to view, They deepen light into truth And soul into song. Eyes hold memories In colors that blaze from rainbows, Where owls take flight Before morning dawn. Eyes have will For those who choose. Eyes portend For those awake. Eyes…
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Becoming a Barista Favorite
February 12th was the first Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Cafe. We would like to share the Barista Favorite with all of you, written by Barbara Harris Leonhard at Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver. My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted…
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The Sea Tree
The Sea Tree With trepidation, I set off Through the fierce waves That clash around my feet. I feel uprooted from Such a long journey. The salty broth sweeps me Along the green wetness; Misty are my memories Tossed behind Like dead leaves, Those other days. And now…
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Hope Was Not a Loss
This poem describes how I felt when I was paralyzed with measles encephalitis at the age of 6 going on 7. I could neither walk nor speak intelligibly. My arms and fingers were contracted. This time was very frightening. I went into a coma for a period of time. Though…
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Memorizing Poems: The Poet as Storyteller
Reading poetry out loud is an art form much like singing a song.
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Streaming Prayers into Birth
Streaming Prayers into Birth Sitting at the altar waiting for poems, Random thoughts; fleeting clouds, Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul, Words perched on limbs of inspired trees Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze. May they stay; their song, my meter! Ice freezes their tunes in…
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New Audio: Listen to the Prayers of Snow
This post includes the audio for the latest poem uploaded December 30, 2017. You can see the wording on that post. Winter is a good time to reflect. Introspection opens to spiritual growth. Sometimes when we face ourselves, we may feel depressed. Knowing yourself and letting go of all that…
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Listen to the Prayers of Snow
In honor of winter! This is a good time for introspection and spiritual growth.
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Our Flower
Our Flower In this light Our flower is temporal. From seed, planted in wet earth, Potential to unfold. To bud, infant life Innocent to Time’s story. To bloom, the perfect burst of Its dance of life in Sun, our Beauty in its own rays Forgotten in decay, for Time in…
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