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Thursday, November 30, 2017

Superficial


Superficial

Light dances
on waves. We
are drawn to
the sparkle.
Dive into
depths unknown.

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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Fly Away


Fly Away

Time to fly away
to a place where
the sun shines more.
I'll make new memories
in the light and
the darkness will
only be shadows.

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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving


I am grateful for

the sunrise and the sunset

beauty that may be
and
beauty that has been

the vision and the memory



Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Clock Tower


Clock Tower

Time towers over the town,
faces in different directions.
On the sidewalks,
people worry about:

being on time,
wasting their time,
having no time.

In the meantime, the hands
of the clock move in
the steady rhythm--
tick-tock.

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Scatter


Scatter

I watch the birds scatter.
Is something the matter?

Are they startled into flight
by some sound or sight?

Or, is this their unique way
to mark the start of a new day?

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Artist Sees


The Artist Sees

the shapes of the leaves.
the patches of color.
the lines entwined.
the darkness of the bark.
the tilt of the trunk.
the painting in the trees.

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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Waves of Light


Waves of Light

Waves of light roll in.
I wonder how long they'll stay
and what they'll take away.

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Monday, November 6, 2017

Everything Looks Gray


Everything Looks Gray

There are days
when everything
looks gray, as
though night won't
quite give way.

It's not dark
but damp and hazy,
all the edges fuzzy.
I strain to see but
can't brighten up
the image.

I yearn for a
Kodachrome slide.

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Thursday, November 2, 2017

Morning Calls


Morning Calls

The gull is herald
of a new day.
Throws back its
head and cries out.

What does it mean,
this morning scream?

Is it a wake up
call to others
or the exclamation,
"I'm still here."

The 2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge is underway. This is the poem I wrote for day one. The prompt is new day. Good luck to all the poets who are poeming and the prosets who are doing NaNoWriMo. Have a fun and productive November.

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