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Last night I dreamt of a brass door. It keeps playing on the edge of my memory. Teasing me Asking me to open it. But when I look at it it goes away. All I can do is stare at it In my mind. I am powerless. The orange robe of the Tibetan monk sits…
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The silver crescent Is but a slice of what really is. Wait. In a moment The moon will be full again. ———————————- Read more poems about death and rebirth from my friends here.
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Today I am going to be brave and post a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It, seriously, was inspired by an episode of Mad Men. Go figure. ——————————————————————– I wish I’d known that was the last time. I would have worn my red dress And painted my nails And worn lipstick. Instead…
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Tea Ceremony On my mat in the temple The tea’s steam rises. It points the way. The path is not straight. Not easy. It silently winds around Nothing. Imaginary unseen Obstacles. Unseen mountains Where it meets Snowflakes Making their way down To earth.
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My colleague has encouraged me to read this poem at our library’s poetry slam tomorrow evening. I am very nervous. It is the first time I have shared my poetry in a public, real life, setting. I thought I would record myself reading it as a warm up. You can read the poem here. <
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