Endless Cycle

moon

shines on broken

glass 

filled with whiskey on the

rocks 

tell the future and 

the past

catches up with

men

go to

war

cycle never 

ends

of a rain

bow

to the karma

moon 

shines on broken

glass

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Swirl, wind, swirl
leafs fall
floating in all directions
that end in down

Icy breath on green
paints in shades of brown

Soon, soon
shades of white
will cover
all around

Rest well, things green
store the sun's power deep
and prepare
to greet spring

Mirrors

i turn
to the wall
and
paint
the
ones
black
i cannot turn
do I fear
a portal
I cannot see
or
the
eyes
that look
back at me?

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The Keeper

I am the keeper of important things
Items that make me smile
Or remember happy
A blue marble
A hawk's feather
The shell of a snail
A blacksmith's nail
Rusted horseshoes
And rocks

I am the keeper
Of things
No one would treasure
Unless they shared
A memory or a time
Where I've been
Keeping shelters the moments
That with a touch
Can be real again.

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The Conductor

The butterfly conducts
Nature's symphony
With multi-color wings
And perfect timing.

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Once Upon A Time

I believed within me
Was a tale of Narnia
Or perhaps another Secret Garden.
I mourn the adventures
In my head
That never met the page.

I have heard
The animals speak
And have seen
The trees dance.

Pen to page is fruitless
Unlike the laden trees
In my imagination
I retire the pen
Which no longer writes
The tales begin to fade.

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"Tyger, tyger, burning bright"*
When did  you become
My only light?
Days are dark
As deepest night.

"Tyger, tyger, burning bright"*
Throw me your light
So I may swim free
From drowning
In mediocrity.

*The Tyger by William Blake
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Dreaming

I buried Andrew Wyeth
In a yellow field
I held my grandsons
Told them how I feel
I rode my horses
Once again into spring
I woke to discover
It was only a dream
Now I wonder
Why did I bury
Wyeth in his art?

Andrew Wyeth  Open House
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Sparkles of Imagination for Open Link

Sparkles 

like dreams

take many forms 

but it takes our vision

for them to be born.

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Dreaming...

I can't say
I do not dream
I feel my eyes
Move quickly
Observing worlds
As I sleep
I dream
But the memories of it
Slip away
And lay on the edge
Just out of reach
Enough to be strangers.

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