Too Many Stones

have been gathered to place on the headstones of those we've lost.  I've heard it's a Jewish tradition. I'm not Jewish but I bring stones that make me think of you.  If I brought every stone as I thought of you there would only be a mountain where you lay deep inside no longer with the living but always in my heart.

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Good Poetry Is

a rock that shines in the shadows
a tree that bends with no wind
a water plant in drought
stardust in your hair
water droplets after a rain

"good" poetry comes
writing itself
leaving me surprised
and breathless
with its truth.

good poetry
spews and bubbles
like a science student volcano
and grows and flows
i transcribe the dictation

and when its finished
i step back and read
filled with joy
and say, Wow!
who wrote that?

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The Joy of Poetry

Colors of Night

Colors of night
wild and free
unseen voices
serenade me

Fear not the dark
listen to songs
and flights
with romantic tones

Bats wing unseen
almost silently fly
while frog and crickets sing
fireflies blink amorous sighs

Deep in the dark
predators roam
who feed on the songsters
no right or wrong

Day breaks
night beauty fades
with the sun's light

dark feast degrades

Rest for the return of the night.

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