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Tag Archives: Poetry
Cirque de Printemps
Crocuses raise cheery salutes,
opening orange invitations to
invite us to Come One, Come All,
to spring’s circus in the meadow. Continue reading
Goodbye, Winter
Goodbye, Winter.
Ciao, deep snow.
Time to dig out
my pink maillot. Continue reading
Blessing Rain
I step out of my writing cave
into a day of misty rain, blinking.
A squirrel is digging
a hole in the dark soil. Continue reading
Old Hat
Snow is old hat.
We’re ready for a new topper,
a cold stopper: Continue reading
Coral Flowers
If I were a fish,
I’d live in a coral tower.
If I were a bird, I’d nest
above a cactus flower. Continue reading
Evade Capture
As night flees down dark paths
from the early light,
dreams scatter into
deadening fog.
The breathing air carries stories
of foreign pain
and domestic infighting
that will scream from our
headlines by noon. Bar the door. Continue reading
Mint-Lemon Spring
Trees in bud burst
open, unrehearsed,
wild mint-lemon taste. Continue reading
Sister Blue
Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore. Continue reading
Star Swords
Gathering in the sky
are low, heavy mists:
snow clouds shaped
by Zeus and Thor. Continue reading
Long Laughs
Smiling trees, hiking, campsite, bonfire.
Night falls with a cold shower of tasks,
cooking, place setting, finding, cleaning,
while fireflies flicker in darkening trees. Continue reading
Dreaming Inside
Flying Away, Used by Permission of Sath
We fly past the stars on silver wings,
rushing wind without and within.
All of life unfolds its answers
until we wake.
Alone.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: The first line refers to Roald Dahl’s Matilda. The art is courtesy of Sath, a wonderful street artist and international ambassador of art. Resa McConaghy at Graffiti Lux and Murals is celebrating Kids’ Month, and you are welcome to drop by and make friends with her and other kids-loving friends.
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