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Riding the currents
sleeping through storms
treading water in the dark
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sparks of harmonics
fly from my pen
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my hand
the sentient animal
of my heart
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An older poem …. words float and land. improvisational rhythms. their own kind of precision. different relationship each time. they’re just there….perhaps have always been
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Artist: Turner
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In a clearing
the ice covered pond
reflects the cool sun’s glare
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sleeping dreaming waking
The green light at the bottom of the pond is kept on
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The writings in books
are like skates on the pond
Cutting figures in the ice
while staying
on the surface of dreams
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Mermaids come as night falls
cutting holes
from the bottom of the ice
singing their siren songs
to awaken the sleeping minutes
of hearts and minds
keeping time
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While hurrying clouds congregate
rebellious against the moon
and I sit here alone
in dark wonder
watching the glow
from the warming fire
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The bright moon
My breath in the air
All I hear is stillness
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A living journal, my poems are weaving and circling around themselves…puzzles unwinding in a clearing…a dialogue now in waves more than starts and fits, editing me….
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Poetry of Light 