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Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn wind. We had a place to be but I do not remember where. I caught a glance of your eyes in the mirror and the soft blue with a hint of smile told me this was not…
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LET IT RAIN (QUATRAIN)
Beautiful, each word has a purpose, the perfect poem.
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Rain and Fall
A beautiful early fall day in Minnesota. Grey clouds let go of rain upon the yellow, red, and orange leaves finally making an appearance. The grass greened over night and the remnants of summer have washed away for the time being. Nature is all around, but the rain brings hidden creatures from the soil, leaves…
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Looking for Words
I sit here for hours, cup after cup of coffee, legs falling asleep, the hand holding the pen becoming bored, while I wait for an avalanche of words. As the rain falls, I hope a few will land on this page and over time become the elusive poem I am so desperately looking for: the…
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Early Summer Morning
As a thunderstorm approaches from the west, I listen to various bird calls such as the robin and oriole. As more lightning flashes across rooftops, and the thunder becomes more immediate, their calls quiet. Soon, the soundscape is replaced by heavy raindrops blanketing streets, patios, and window screens with water. Further plunged into the storm,…
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Gratitude
As I watch and with eyes closed, hear the rain falling, I am grateful that this land here is receiving nourishment. Not to be taken for granted, as other parts of our country are suffering. In my thoughts and with respect to the natural world we are guests within.
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Driblet
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Rain
The sky opened. Beneath brimmed hat I smiled. If I cannot have snow, bring me rain, Washing away the earths veil of winter. Spring’s palette overrun with grey before hazy blue makes an appearance. In the evening I am engulfed within warm orange and purple light.