Tag: life
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Shaping a Poem
It’s a quiet thing, a word foundin the stillness of dawnwhile dreamers slumberand the new moon succumbsto day. A fading thought,soft intake of breathin the long pause between sleep and wake.Sometimes it’s hopeenduring wildfire, flood,or the dusts of time.Maybe dinosaur bones,a lost tomb, or scarecrowsguarding lavender fields. Perhaps a dew-drizzledcobweb, a jonquil, cloudor song. Most…
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Dying Light
From my porch I watch thunderheads battering high noon into bruised twilight. I see you climb from under eaves, awakened by a pressure change. As the storm inhales you leap and spin, leap and spin your web — knowing your time to build is fleeting. Ryan Stone
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Wedding Poem
It’s a fleeting moment– a red sky at twilight, rushing to the long night; the last russet leaf clinging to bough as autumn inhales, breathes out. You know this, you’ve felt it in the grey light of dawn, in that pause between waking and finding. You’ve heard it whisper through the dry grass of summer–a…
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Little Things
In the few spare minutes between kids’ basketball games I find myself in the produce aisle floating on a rainbow of yellow, red, orange, green. Vibrant and bursting with perfection, promising the flavors of earth and sky and stream. I pause— unexpectedly overwhelmed, grateful to live in a time where fifteen stolen minutes allows me…
