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Dear Heart

This beautiful photograph is from Vox Poetica - an amazing website for poets and writers.  Click on Vox Poetica and you will be transported directly there.

Little sister dear, little sister

Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy

Of Ruth and Naomi

Countless heroines

Women of honor, of grace

Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts

Who [...]

Denim Blue Days

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 [...]

Dichotomy

I cried for you last night

I cried for me

For the little girl I saw in you

Who was me

And all the little girls

That have come and gone

The little ones who will be

Tears for those who didn’t receive

What they needed or wanted

When they needed her

Or wanted her

[...]

Eschatological Laundry List by Sheldon Kopp

1.  This is it! 2.  There are no hidden meanings. 3.  You can’t get there from here, and besides there’s no place else to go. 4.  We are all already dying, and we will be dead for a long time. 5.  Nothing lasts. 6.   There is no way of getting all you want. 7.  You can’t have [...]

Finding Your Soul

 

Pieces of  me

            are falling away

Little bits, I disavowed one day

            when I denied

            I had feelings,

When I had no time

            to hurt or cry.

Pieces not dealt with

            or honored,

As if I had lifetimes

            to recapture

            this memory

            or that little [...]

For I Can Fly

There are those Who cannot see above the clouds. Or dream beyond The rainbows of the stars. People blind to colors Such as midnight raven blue Or ocean thunder black Yellow orange mango sunset hues, or Purple heather painted vines And velvet lavender lilac blues Nestled in the mountain’s lakes. There are those for whom [...]

Gift From a Friend

I got polka-dotted today, at the park

Under the clouds

Next to the ducks eating bread

Next to the pale lavender brown egret

                 that came for a visit.

I’ve never been polka-dotted

Before this morning

Before Rachael showed me how.

What wonder what delight

                       these 26 letters bring me;

               how they tumbleweed

                             through [...]

God on the Whisper

Maya says, “Get God on the whisper.”

Women with clout

Women with money

More important than I surely,

A middle aged forgotten white woman

Who paid for a few degrees

Raised children alone

Worked daily without getting a life or spouse

Then spent her retirement money

On them…

Them who have forgotten her

The one who [...]

God Doesn’t Throw Dice

“God doesn’t throw dice,”*

Rabbi answered when asked why

          and why again.

So many questions

So few answers

Why…the Romans, the Greeks, the Syrians

Why and why again

Why…the Egyptians the Inquisition, the Germans

The world against us ‘Why’? 

What to say the Rabbi thought

To bring a little peace

A little peace at [...]

In the End

It matters not

who did

what to whom

or why…

 

It matters only

how we get

from there

to here

and when.

 

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Je Suis Monet

I paint in hues of wedgwood dust

On a canvas of sandy beaches

Freshly packed by gentle waves

Under sunlit skies of gold and tangerine.

 

I paint in shades of ochre dim

Of turned earth, wet with polka-dotted rain [...]