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Tag Archives: Night
SAVOR THIS
Savor that taste. . . that breath. . . that cheering beam of light. . . there is no knowing beyond that. . . Some more may come, for you to see– but looms too the possibility that before or … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Quick reads
Tagged Breath, Day, Light, Moment, Night, Possibility, Present, Savor, Sun
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THE SANDS OF TIME FLOW INTO WINTER
The hour glass allows the sands to run– it doesn’t ask what you might want. . . Right through the eight-shaped bulbs grains flow straight down, and curve into a rounded heap, be it in fog light flat or intermittent … Continue reading
Posted in Autumn, Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Seasons, Uncategorized, Winter
Tagged Crows, Day, Fall Leaves, Heart, Hourglass, Light, Night, Orion, Plea, Prayer, Roots, Sands of time, Stars, Sun, Trees
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EYE OPE TO EYE SHUT
From eye ope to eye shut, and eye shut to eye ope, the sun doth rise and cuts its arc the world round through varied kinds of skies, and then the stars, our sister worlds, and our bright smiling moon, … Continue reading
Posted in Autumn, Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Winter
Tagged Day, Life, Night, Night Sky
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Yes, DO go gentle into. . .
YES!! Go! Yes, DO go gentle, gentle, into that good night. No, NO! Not THAT good night! THIS one here, this one now, this one that’s fallen, and whose calling is to let us from this day down to settle, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Day, Do not go gentle into that good night, Life, Night, Night Sky, One day at a time, Play, Rest, Sleep, Work
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SATURDAY SINKING INTO SENTIENCE
Saturday. .. sinking into sentience, shrinking regret and petty penitence, to let heart flower in its way. . . remembering one’s deep importance, as, almost imperceptibly the August day before us glib and glorious dawns, waxes, wanes and shortens, awaiting … Continue reading
JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND
Fireworks sound warm fog air veils the stars. . . Modest the length of the near-solstice night, when measured in hours. . . Then, like Ben Franklin, the June sun is early to rise at its dawn, and then arcs … Continue reading
Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Summer
Tagged Benjamin Frnaklin, Dawn, Day, Early to rise, Fireworks, June, Night, Solstice, Stars, Time
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I AM A PEEP
I am a peep. I am a pipe. I am a megaphone. I make a sound that to distant lands resounds. I make a sight that starts small and faint but grows to tall and very bright. My presence shall … Continue reading
MAGIC WAITING TO BE NOTICED
Life is full of magic just waiting to be noticed. . . So, see it, seize it, lift it, wield it, Go to sleep, and there, recall above reside the stars. . . Day breaks– Wake up, and breathe it. … Continue reading
SCREEN TIME SCRUTINY
Screen. Scrutiny. Where have I, what have I for how long have I been, by some cyber captain commandeered– (It’s weird), captivated, fascinated, energized and enervated. . . Both night and day. . . And right ’bout now it seems … Continue reading
Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry
Tagged Change, Day, Direction, Force, Mutiny, Night, Screen time, Scrutiny, Time
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WINTER SLEEP CALLS
Sleep calls. Habits, shapes of rabbits, by wry coincidence, seen in the ceIling cracks or walls. . . Shadows beckon of next spring, while we are still here wintering, in hopes our next snowflake to glance, to lick, our next … Continue reading