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my father moved through dooms of love 34 my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height this motionless forgetful where turned at...
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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but...
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She is
a hunting night cat
over the moonlit tiles
undulating
determined, filled up
with barbaric light
leaping, plunging
spilling intoxicating allure
sinking, into the scent
of exasperated
quick-love
rapture
©...
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Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse.
He works, plots,...
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How can we say that passing time is cold
For it paints colour on a dying leaf.
The temporal pact states that we all grow old.
How can we say that passing time is cold,
While cherishing each moment we've been sold,
Then bidding it...
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All the photos
are black and white
slightly out of focus
and curling
at the edges
Looking at those
sepia snaps
of other lives
affixed on pages
yellowing with the years
suddenly
I comprehend
It is my...
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By day looking for fruit
amidst the foliage of the heart
we eat: the insects and I
you eat: the sparrows and you.
By night looking for water
alongside the moats of the heart
we drink: the wasps and I
you drink: the horses and you....
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Cocoon — so precious and matchless to me
Your shell — so whole, and so serene
Like green leaves to which you'd clung
Your heart longed for morning's song
Oh — such love, your soul did breed
Like an ebb tide in a...
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Embers glow and fade
With each passing breath
Smoke wafts low and high
Catching the passing breeze
Hungering for sustenance
Waiting on the whims f another
Coaxing fire to arise
Igniting flames of life
Brightening dark fields of...
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Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,...
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faint pine scent
from the Christmas candle
left out through March. . .
I like to believe
in peace a while longer
©Janet Lynn Davis
First published in Wisteria, 2007.
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Far, so far off
in a far off land
you think of me as always even
while driving down to work or
when you get caught up in a traffic jam or
just window shopping at the mall....
familiar colors, familiar odors
a touch and
a single...
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first few days
into this New Year,
tinsel removed—
I hang up bath linens
the color of spring
©Janet Lynn Davis
—First published in Moonset, 2006.
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for years now
he's been pretending
it's too late
to do the things
he should have done
©Alison Williams
Tanka SplendorAward 2003
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Frankie and Johnnie were lovers
sweet Christ how they could love
they swore to be true to each other
as true as the stars above
but he was a man and he done her wrong.
Frankie she lived in the cribhouse
the cribhouse had only...
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Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant...
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I don't know why
but we began dancing in the garage.
Tiptoes trembling ::: buzzing :::
like quivering flower buds.
Bodies in flames
like ancient plumes with hearts.
- Our egos hanging at the wall -
Spirits soaring to...
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I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm some accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though —
I thought if I could only live
Till that first Shout got by —
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had...
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I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow;
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
One leaf is for hope, and one for faith,
And one is for love, you know; ...
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I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale,
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she...
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If I were a bush
in this room
when you arrive you’ll be
a huge flock of
little finches
and instead of doodles
on the paper
in this room
while I wait
I would intertwine my branches
in dance poses
and blue flowers
of...
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Life, like a spark of lightening
breathing, strong and bold
beyond far-reaching horizons
Encompassing the globe
There, within a beating heart
the soul of all mankind
inspired to search eternity
for the pathways of our lives
...
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