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The ecstasy of this night
enraptures me to the depths of my soul
This wind carries a sweet unfamiliar breath
of living nectar
I feel the earth awaken
in a symphony of eager silence
The first splashes of maddened color spring impatiently
from tentative bud
The life-giving pulse
of this first refuge from ceaseless winter
is a balm to my weary spirit
and a new dawn in the depths of my heart
enraptures me to the depths of my soul
This wind carries a sweet unfamiliar breath
of living nectar
I feel the earth awaken
in a symphony of eager silence
The first splashes of maddened color spring impatiently
from tentative bud
The life-giving pulse
of this first refuge from ceaseless winter
is a balm to my weary spirit
and a new dawn in the depths of my heart
Literature
Christmas presents
i.
asking dad
"what would mum like?"
he's no idea either
ii.
at the same store -
buying gifts for
my girl & mum
iii.
married 20 years,
her fake smile more real
than my silk roses
iv.
unwrapping your gift too eagerly,
I miss the tsutsumu!
v.
your present
a "new" novel;
I find a bookmark
vi.
next Christmas
seeing his gift, dad tells me
"I've read this"
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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Glad to find you writing vivid poetry.