Monthly Archives: May 2013

She Sang Dreams

I was there the night
she sang dreams,

watching quietly
when eternity answered
her call,
shadows kneeled in
reverence
and all sound
deferred to her voice.

She smelled of smiles
sensed in a dark room.

When dawn echoed
through the trees
life became a veil
dancing with the wind,
a whisper I could
taste as she brushed
my face.

I was there the night
she sang dreams.

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Tonight at dVerse Victoria ask for a poem
which plays with mixed up senses.

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Illusion

we scry the ball,
seeking answers
in its depths;
future knowledge
to gain advantage
and guide our steps.
in the end, as a reward
for our efforts, we find
distorted reflections
of who we already are,
or are destined
to become.

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More of Escher from Margo.

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Cottonwood Snow

The cottonwoods brought
snow to summer,

I stood in the flurries
as she drove off.

She has left before.
It takes a few days

for her to remember
why she always comes back.

When she returns she will
smile and remind me

holly is the greenest in winter
and cottonwoods snow in summer.

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The Truth in Her Eyes

The Truth in Her Eyes

Her eyes have always fascinated me,
all her emotions are found within,
shades of green and blue to denote
mood; come closer, stay away.
One day I caught a glimpse —
deep inside those eyes —
of what she sees
when looking
back at
me.

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Memorial Day

This is reposted from last year. Sadly, not much has changed…

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defined: noun, a day on which those who died in active military service are remembered.

Yesterday, we drove through
small town north Georgia.
Lining the streets were white
crosses, each one with an
American flag and a name
and war written on it.
Each one is remembered.

The veteran stands –the only
one –for the flag when it
passes in the parade, the
names of fallen comrades
in his head outnumber the
tears he can cry.
He remembers.

We fire up the grills, make sure
there are beer and brats,
celebrate summer’s start
and a day off.
Do we remember?

The politicians expect sacrifice
without understanding the concept,
then cut veteran’s benefits, demeaning
their service, 
belittling their importance,
forgetting 
freedom must be fought for.
They, surely, do not remember.

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In Memorial Hall at the United States Naval Academy

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The names of the fallen
are engraved on a glass-
encased plaque.
When the afternoon sun
streams in and washes
the floor with its glow,
their ghosts fade
into shadowed corners,
listen to visitor’s footsteps
echo through the hall,
and question whether
they come for the architecture,
or the memories
of the fallen engraved upon
a plaque.

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Last Notes

She tries to breathe, feels every molecule
catch in her throat, cling to the walls
of her lungs, as droplets of sea spray
and tears dapple her face.

The gales will not pry her grip
from the lighthouse railing, not until
the last of her strength fades and
the music carried by the wind dies.

He was found in the lower ballroom,
the last bubbles of his breath
adhered to the brass of his horn
like fish eggs to a swaying plant.

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dVerse offers up the amazing photography of Leovi 
as poetic inspiration.

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