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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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The Beating Heart of the Universe
I would like to hope
That before there was a sky
Bleeding stars,
Before there were planets
Polluted with creation,
That there was still the beating heart
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Droplets Forever Alive
I’d like to garden
My own heart,
To pull the weeds of sadness
And hate
From the foundation
I sprout from,
To plant seeds of hope
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The Halo of Beginnings
I remember sitting
In my mom’s lap,
Her arms curled around me,
The rocking chair creaking slightly
In the breeze of her love,
Swayed and lulled by a sea
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The Song-Stoked Fire
Smoke curls into the air,
Twirling,
One thread dipping another,
A slow waltz
With some quick steps to spark
The band,
A careful orchestra
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A Fraction of Infinity
I think our world knows
How easily we’re overwhelmed,
How quickly tiny scrapes
Can become full-blown scars,
How we need seven good comments
Loves
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False Superman
We built a superman.
In our heads, we built a superman.
Clipped by a speeding bullet,
So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first
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the sweetest
I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes
behind her laugh, of which makes the sweetest souls swoon,
behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet.
yet through it all,
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Eternal Serenity - Sijo Poetry
Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand
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