We Keep Hope

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Winter and alone
Unbearable uncertainty
God what will you do
When wind forces its way to the door
Carrying icy-cold information
Crystalizing shut
The truth after all
There’s no school today
Hooray

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Is It Poetry

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How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?

Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Churning, marching
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?

What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?

Wide-angle View

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I almost ruined it
Listening to the sunrise today
Needing so badly to step back and blink 
The step back -the blink
That removes the pain

For I am not the patriot clang
The whimsical splashing shore
Or the sizzling Southwest wind
Welcoming in
The sunrise smile

A Poem Found Me

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 What?

I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.

I expect the Earth to shake.

Or that waters will well up.

Shall fire sweep in with the wind?

Even still, I prize the void.

(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)

Mystic Brew

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Only, only softness come ’round my shoulders today
Yesteryear’s harsh caress wiped clean
By a silly child’s clinging arms
The cinnamon purr of a warm West Wind
And Eastern kindness brewed just for me Mystically

Rain Lover

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I won’t wish to play
Won’t wish to play games
Won’t wish to play games with the wind

For whether it’s there
Or which way it moves
I truly defer to its whim

No mandate to watch
Or hear its loud howls
Controls me and no thought I give