Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all. And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the […]

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Poetry Transformed

Just amid of changing a sonnet into story, To want to read it in those moments of glory, When in the stillness; it surrounded me,  It was a desire that could not be named.  Concentrated in the momentum in flames; About how a simple glance, First became a look When poetry transformed Words Into a […]

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Writing Out Loud

Passerby’s ask why Trying to reply to everyone Smudging out words, But I only write out a few. “That’s really quite pretty,” They begin to say, A tear falls down my cheek, The ink swirls away, Writing just enough to get by, Hurrying through the laundry And the rain. I’m getting drenched, Letting boats go, […]

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Close Your Eyes

   Having set nothing aside  Quite ready to take love on  Not a moment too soon  Not a moment longer. Turning to hear every brush of wind That sound of your footsteps That reminds me Of how someone just loves us Accepting us for who we are.  They are never too green,  About how we […]

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