poetry
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Jenny’s Wind [1973 with later edit]
Jenny would love this gusty windwere she with me here to see it playingin these tall oak and birch she likes to wander through.She would love this gutty breezewhich sneaks beneath the leavesand rustles them until they waken. Wind pretending it’s morning still, pretendingit doesn’t know about the silencethat swept across the worldyesterday.Breeze tries harder…
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Feelings [1973]
You are the morning songbirdthat wakens me. The soft persistent windthat shares my morning walk along the hillside.You are the shrill, piercing laughter of the wavesjumping on the beach. The light blue lakenapping in the sun. The tired,perspiring afternoon. The shady oak tree by the door.You are the evening clouds of whiteand purple-white, and the…
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Noted [1973]
The fluffy whiteclouds areflat underneathjust like citylife and modernexcitements andthe lure of love
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Love Story [1973]
Between the two he gets to choose,Ronnie’s so lucky—he cannot lose.His eyes are good he will not miss her wind-blown hair, the way it twists and curves like Nature made it doand gleams with love in the afternoon. Then her face he won’t forget— chin so soft, yet firmly set beneath her light blue eyes…
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Lament [1973]
I wrote the world a songand now I’m cryingtrying to understandhow the sky was so blueand the clouds stayed white so longand the trees were so green andbrown and whythey won’t let me singmy own songtrying to understandhow the haste of the six-lane highway became the wasteof the trees and the cloudsand the sky and whyI…
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Looking for the Moon [1973]
One day I thought the moon had stopped reflecting, right now I know how that was wrong.One day I thought my heart had stopped its shining.I didn’t know that love could last so long.But now I know the moon is always near,even while unseen it seems so close.Now I know my heart can swallow fear.Love…
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Empty [1973]
I cannot liveand yet I cannot dieI cannot stay a buried oysterwaiting to be found beneath the seaNor can I eat foreveron the dreams of liesWhen the heart is pale and deadthe body, too, has diedNor can I move in empty shadowsasking weakly in voices strangeall the quest-less, unimportant questionsof how? or why?While all the…
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Moonlight Perceptions [1973 with later edit]
The moon leans down and stares us in the faceher round, shy smile has me hypnotized;I start to sense the beauty of this placemuch as I see your beauty with my eyes.I see the misty clouds that frame her lightand the damp, dark branches of the solemn trees.Now we feel a flock of breezes in…
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Self-Admonition [1973 with later edit]
Never lose that sense of beauty, Dwightnever sacrifice the joy you raptly feelat the sight of nature’s ways of life.Never lose your endemic sense of zealfor a silhouetted tree across a sunor a purple cloud streaked against the skyand never lose the feel of being onewith a flock of blackbirds while they flyflung together as…
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Beyond Freedom [1972]
The cars still come and goEach trapped within the flowEach trapped and bound within the random flowPeople are not freeAll islands in the seaAll isolated islands in the seaThe cars still come and goIsolation never endsWe do not know our friendsWe do not even know our closest friendsThe cars still come and goPeople stab their…