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©2010 Howard Paley "Stillness at Dawn," Sedona, AZ The photographer calls me Echoing God’s voice as it reverberates Against red walls of stone A sculpture of magical vistas whisper Dewey dawns of morning light Amethyst blush of babies cheeks Ochre shades of foxes’ tails Raccoon eyes that see the night Become [...] Maple, oak, aspen are going to sleep till spring Leaving behind a comforter of leaves In colors created by angels above the clouds Who sneak down before dawn With brushes held in pockets in their wings Dropping leaves of scarlet, tangerine, and lemon Leaves to warm the roots below, the earth above Even Sandia Mountain [...] Denim blues on fences painted Jackalope Fences ©1996 by Joshua Liberman Ready for a party of skulls & wooden angels Hung on nails, left to wither… Adorn the roadside where we stop to buy chilies and beer Just past the right turn of the Rio Grande. Purple blue mountain ranges divide horizons Pointing North [...] In a world of strangers ©2010 by Howard Paley Where we haven’t ever met I bow to your greatness Am I lucky enough to get wet For when creative thunder Hits so close to home Be it a painting, a story, or photo Even an infinitesimal poem Then genuine arms of greatness Surround with [...] Such still beauty born at night Cereus by Sara Fryd protected from prying eyes of man lighting the way in the darkness for a heartbeat to confirm for non believers the true existence of God. The cereus queen awakes for twelve hours so we can breathe in her light her smile… until [...] From this safe place ©2010 by Howard Paley My window… My perch, my abode Shut in securely behind glass I spy, I see, I peer At those that venture out Courageous ones Willing to take on the world Unafraid… Not shy, nor quiet nor A little scared like me…
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Deserted windows Empty now no one looking out. No sounds of children playing. No birds resting waiting for a crumb of bread. No poets sitting on your ledge, watching goings on on streets below. Reporting to the world beyond passionate fantasies. Dreams… as yet untold. Why do [...] |
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