Tag Archives: Poem

I Can Hear the Teapot Whistle

The kitchen table Is littered with dead roses And a spray of thistle   The whole day Has an undertow That belongs to someone else   Sadness is not what you meant To bring here   I find myself Entwined … Continue reading

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Morning Farewell

You pull the throttle Until the engines burn A ferocious turn Ready now To scorch the sky You fly beyond the flint Of your concern There is so much You see from here The land The coast The hemisphere You … Continue reading

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Coming To

The rage of azaleas Trim the porch Where you sit Afraid You will never fit Back into the box You arrived in   You want so much To return To find something Intrinsic That holds you here In the familiar … Continue reading

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What Vibrates

Sometimes it hides In the strange Hum Of the refrigerator Stopping For a moment   Sometimes It is the unexpected Laugh From the hallway   Or the rush of voices From the street   The music finds itself In the … Continue reading

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Tick Tock

There is a reason for the hush In the atmosphere You can almost see Everything stop from here The traffic, the people All thought Of the future You stand there staring At the clock Cut through every suture That used … Continue reading

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Morningside

The day is an embryo We wait We never know How a life begins Only that we are full of hope For something That is The secret We try to unlock The gift The curse The unnatural shock Of something … Continue reading

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Nine of Cups

The first warm glance of light Cuts through winter’s skin Showing cracks in its hand   Secrets rising From within the sleeping soil Flowers in their tight buds Pushing, emerging, uncoiling The faint slice of life Shimmering green Across the … Continue reading

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