Fragile creatures. We are promise, Filled with hope And such despair; Climbing high, Then quickly falling, Losing ground While gaining speed.
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This poem came about during some spring cleaning. I realized as I was sorting through all my stuff just how much of it there was, and how I had not looked into or seen much …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
“Only those who have felt the knife Can understand the wound; Only the jeweler Knows the nature of the jewel.” – Mirabai
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This poem was inspired by this past weekend’s annual ritual of cleaning up after the small army of maple and locust trees in my yard. I like to believe that if I can find beauty in even a small …
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Few people in my life ever knew that I wrote poetry. I would just quietly fill notebooks up with my little verbal snapshots, hiding them away. So putting my poems online for other people to read is a bit …
