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DV VII
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle VII I am the Word saying, a…
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Katarina
Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,& pondered deep what I have discerned,& kissed your reflection on the moon;not whispering you a long goodbye.Perhaps the parting came too soon;Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,& sway your affections for mine — unreturned.That can’t but to the death of love attune,& quaff the harsh moral so…
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Whisper#7
Has it ever occurred to you that one day you will not be really here?That you will not know it when the autumn breezes or when the sun rises, That no matter what happens you will never be aware of it… You will return to a state of utter knowing or complete unknowing… To a…
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A Note to Self: August 18th
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they…
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DV I
This is the first one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing the first with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle I I’ve sought you…
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The Glory of Icarus – I
Fly not too high, too close to sun;You know you are my only son.Remember that neither you are— nor shall you be,as near & far as Love can be;light years from sea,light years from sun.My Son, you are… my only one. But one you are — of bones & blood.My son, alone, you are no…
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Making Sense
I cannot but remind myselfof thine sweet forgetfulness.I cannot but engulf the starts and make the stars shine again.I cannot but depart into an eternity of my own creation,& whisper God againof my own vocation,& my utter fullness.Wish I but can’t except remind myself,of the God uttered when disappearedwith all the screams I’ve heard &…
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Melissa
I’ve been to the prairies.& on the faintest hour,A love remembered as sour.& ‘pon the wings of fairies,my memories does it scour.A vision bittersweet, from which I can’t, but cower;A weakening peck of powerof one truthful deceit,Crouching to dread — devour.Incensing intensely,Condensing immensely,‘pon fields of crimson a flower,& sweetest roses just as supple.as thine sultry…
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Shoshanna
Come as I come unto the light;I’ve been a lonely long goodbye.I’ve wandered far this weary way.Doomed but to always live & die.Come to the tuneful arching tonight, Come to this aching sultry day,Come on the journey of sweet stray,& let me let your embrace caress my sky.& let me leave my kisses sleep upon…
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Beating to the End
Being upon my timely yore,Laid back, then, one lovely lore,Which if known would obscureEvery chance of ill & cure.But does deeply rest in clay,& in hearts through night & day. Held through the walls of wombTo the biding halls of tomb.& beating at the edge of craze;reaching, leaving, stops & ways.Beating at the shores of…
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