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The Second Rise on Smith Street
Catherine
moister air longer views a gap a game mirrors with movement the glint once there to sit, to stare and life a trick a trick of time, versed in vision a yawn long drawn extra... More »
Dirt Path in Summer
Catherine
the dirt path in summer sips the insect silence reclines, resides reflects, delves deeper and though the soil is tough no blade of grass can cut it sighs softly, to my tiptoed dance and the... More »
Night with its Velvet Breath
Catherine
ah the night with it’s velvet breath fragrant, empty-scented whisper-combed half hinting wind wishing a lucid quiet tempered sweetness and in the open the open I will stand will admire this night this moment curved... More »
I've a Winter Soul
Catherine
I’ve a winter soul winter soul with winter skin, paper pale (not paper thin) and days and days where color hides through icy wind straight, clear and dry it takes its time to shift to... More »
Across My Coffee
Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
Symmetry, let go your Arrogance (Rewritten)
Catherine
A friend said I didn't give this poem enough fire on my first go (cheeky... but quite true:-) And being that there is a delicious irony due to the subject of this poem... I have... More »
Symmetry, let go your Arrogance
Catherine
symmetry let go your arrogance there is only life when something sways imbalance dares imbalance shows imbalance is, and is again the force that inks my poet’s pen the riddle that wets desires’ lips the... More »
Eyes Glued on this Child
Catherine
perfect imperfections skipping strides skipping rocks my heart, skipping beats deceleration completes its vivid circle and again I sit on my observer’s roost in motionless moment-ness eyes glued on this child whose tininess overwhelms for... More »
Summit View
Catherine
the summit view taking it in alone the children and squirrels scamper, little bodies so fresh in joy knitting time with small movements the trees, the clouds conversing gritty mottled rocks still gleam from their... More »
Campfire Poems I
Catherine
the day the sun the wind the leaves the scent of smoke the hint of rain the lake colored blue in the morning,white at dusk eerie grey, when the night is deep I am haunted... More »
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August 2008 