I'm always writing
Poetry
And I will continue to always be writing poetry. I hope to also publish a collection.
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Please enjoy a few sample below.
Patches
My words were spoken
by my pacing feet
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He told me crops take time
and do not fret
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The question throbbed
out into the empty night
"was it so very needed
that I be torn in two?"
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Deep dark always reigns
for that one forever moment
when I could not hear the pounding
of His feet upon the gravel
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But I knew His hands
when they guided mine
as I patted down the earth
and watered it with salt
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His words were quiet as His strength
"if the time of mending was so dear
how much more the wholeness?"
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"My hope will sprout
in patches I think
but the patches will grow"
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It's earlier now than it was before
the darkness of storm clouds
has swept the swift sky clean
and evening dawns in the west.
Capistrano
The swallows come on March nineteenth which is
A feast day for my dear St. Joseph but
I left again on the sixteenth and did
not even see the ruins which were what
I chose that station for - remembering
their beauty heavy with the flowers like
the ancient stones of Rome which echoing
stand silent in the still and throng alike
so interrupted beauty is my lot
in life, where clouds and tourists ever with
my fear - conspire to quell the life I ought
not to curate but just to simply live
for beauty grows in love and soil and pain
and Paris is most lovely in the rain
