love/poem
How do you know if it’s poetry?
Does it sing?
When you taste-touch the words
with your mouth,
with your heart,
does it feel sacred?
For an eternal moment,
is it everything?
How do you know if it’s love?
Does it soar?
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And of All the Odds:
A hundred billion counted galaxies in this dark heaven
and in each a hundred thousand million stars.
and of the fourteen billion years of forming till now from then,
some how this shared moment is where we are.
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And of all the odds, this single collapsed chance of a multiverse’s multiplicitous will,
infinitely diverged by each observance of light,
of all possible realities that were and was and wasn’t and is and could be still,
here we both stand, under the exac… ift.tt/2plJOvV
And even more miraculous than this most happy of happenstances,
is that we are the very same star stuff as dreams are made of,
so regardless of if it a deterministic fate or one formed by choice and chances,
know that your very sinew is sewn from the sa… ift.tt/2HCIfAV
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Prayer:
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Though the shore you cannot see,
and the storms may dash all hopes,
and waves crash o’r the bulwark,
my love, hold fast to the ropes.
You have more strength in your heart
than a full score of seamen,
you need only pla… ift.tt/2Cchqoy
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Listen not to the jealous gulls,
who’s avarice drives them to you,
they only want what’s in your hull,
for with your capsize, they’d accrue.
Look instead to the horizon
where your journey’s end awaits thee,
a bright light cuts through dark rising,
to… ift.tt/2EKqEGk
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For on the great cliffs of warm memories
this lighthouse does still boldly shine and stand
brightest beacon, as love can tender be,
to see you safely back home on dry land.
So Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Buddha, please,
bless the true course of my love’s so… ift.tt/2BJk6cv
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A Twilight Spell
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In dusk I sometimes find peace.
In that fleeting mystical space.
Between the golden hour and black.
Where twilight creeps in and the trees glow.
Where I surrender to your favorite shade of purple.
Where I feel the remembrance of what… ift.tt/2nSUGjO
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Here as the sky cries,
“FIRE!! HELP! THE WORLD IS ON FIRE!!”
I look up and laugh at such beautiful breaking.
Earth turns her face from the Sun and sinks into her night
She must away to her mistress Moon, everybody sees the moon.
Such pale envy convin… ift.tt/2FW6OIc
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This parting song of day is how we know.
Magic is present here, if you allow it.
I see it here. I see it in all transitions.
Here, for an infinite second, both day and night kiss.
Then the spell has been cast and one gives way to another.
Everything… ift.tt/2skehPl
10,000 Sonnets: Alors Vais-Je, Mon Amour... Frozen here are our hopes to be wintered.
For some, booze or soup as salve will suffice.
But creature comforts can’t mend hearts splintered,
nor can absence of Summer’s fire thaw ice.
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An elm may dance naked love’s elegy.
My love’s not so deciduous and lean
as to drop all leaves at first freeze. You see
my love, this Sequoia-heart’s evergreen.
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Through this dark solstice gloom the sun still shone
on two truths I had almost forgotten,
Some songbirds for the south haven’t yet flown
and their sweet love songs are never rotten.
And if light, words, trees or birds can adjure,
true love will wait. A… ift.tt/2nFFAPn
After the forest fire:
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We needed this forest fire.
Too many dead winters’
limbs and bramble
from years past
choking the flowers
trying to grow
around our feet.
So dense
and dead,
the air trapped
under this canopy
of old … ift.tt/2s7FpRU
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We need this forest fire
to clear,
to bless,
to grow and build
a future forest
where the best
of both the soft
and hard may grow.
A future as purple
as a carpet of
violas and lavender
for us to make our bed.
To lay in such soft
meadows together,… ift.tt/2nxmo6y
A love’s winter haiku:
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The fruit is frozen,
awaiting spring’s warm embrace
they stay through the freeze. (continued)
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They’ve never seen earth,
yet they know of softer soil.
This is love, I’m told.
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May the Lights Guide You:
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Oh love, I know that this night won’t last,
though the wind might whip so cold and fast,
and our joys disappear behind such dark.
Our dreams deferred, our hearts downcast.
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I, alone in snow, winter’s silence mark
each second hand’s tick, every minute of arc
wherein my heart still lies so far from my chest.
Park’s empty of life. The lake, frozen stark.
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#snow #truelov… ift.tt/2mO5ory
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Yet, all the dark of cosmos can’t a single light disposses,
and many the lampposts to lead you home to our hearts’ rest.
So to, this love’s light guides us through night so vast,
illuminating all fears if in its rays we can stand steadfast.
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~V… ift.tt/2EWQnLd
