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Little Drops of Poetry
Bits and clips of insight for the digital age
On the Subway
It is there we find the place,
In our hearts and minds.
Paths unwritten in the cool wind,
Take a ride.
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New York Mist
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist,
The bridges are hard to see.
Mountain towers, well below me
With snow tipped peaks abound.
Standing on high, the great expanse
Of city scape and holy mounts,
And options, options tantamount.
With roses none of note to find,
But those beneath blanket white,
As seeds and possibilities,
A resting world’s potentialities,
And a lowly pilgrim,
To wonder and seek,
With damp feet and reddened nose,
Enjoying the fragrant,
Chilly,
Air.
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Squirrel in the City
Nuts we sometimes like to grind,
But under the wheels the ground is hard, and black.
A little nut between my teeth,
A pocket in a tree,
I find peace.
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Origami Flowers
Origami flowers are forever,
When to the fickle heart that made them compared.
Wrought of paper, dried and passing leaves,
Beautiful.
How to fold this moment just the same?
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Moonwalks
There are no lonely shadows.
There are no paupers in the night.
The broken heart can blossom,
In an early morning light.
But for now I moonwalk,
My soul held by a heartstring tied.
Pale blue water,
And none but a crisp wind as guide.
A crunch on dirt path,
Twinkle from the silver stones,
Stars and memories awaken,
Never truly walking lone.
The tattered leaves speak volumes,
Seasons passing as the tyde,
The evenlight a quiet blessing,
For nowhere need I turn and hide.
There are no lonely shadows,
My soul held by a heartstring tied.
Stars and memories awaken,
For nowhere need I turn and hide.
So for now,
I moonwalk.
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Darkling Little Starbucks
Where, oh where,
Has my sunshine gone?
Where, oh where,
Can my cup of coffee be?
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