My Recent Poems

Reflection of her eyes
hidden in stars
praying widow

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Glittering waters
strands of seaweed
decorate her toes

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Over the edge
reflections
swimming in her hair

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Grey crane tiptoes
intently for his supper
between dusk and moon

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The pink of dusk
reflecting
from her lips

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A line of fog
reversing
its direction

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Her little hands
around my neck, pull me
closer to her heart

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Summer afternoon
I like mine
with a twist

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Entranced by the sun
only to find warning
in blacking skies

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A fever of soul
soaking her skin
then, a cool breeze

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Mid afternooon
moon sneaking a peek
in fold of blue sky

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In between crystals
tiny flowering pots
breeze alive with bamboo

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Rays of cracks
weave across the road
filled with red poppies

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Dazed
the foaming sea
spotted a star

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A silent moment
and a glance
of mist

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Little hand
holding gently to my skin
dreaming of stars

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She dreams
somewhere
between moon and stars

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The stillness
of late morning
in her sleeping sigh

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Speckled clouds
bright
in my eyes

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Grasses on my back
and the stars
nibbling my toes

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Not trying
she releases
the sky

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Her sadness
knotted in shoestrings
unnoticed

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Her lips
are full
of daybreak

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The pink of summer
dripping from her lips
watermelon delight

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Her locks
dripping, sweet scented
stars on her thighs

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The last hot night
of summer
tastes bittersweet

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City tunnel
the coming and going
of shadows

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The note she found
next to apple slices
folded in half

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The Buddha and me
upon pine needles
seeing stars

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White and grey gulls
bathing in hidden lagoon
silent like cats

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That moment
we lock eyes and see each other
for the first time

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Soft grass cradles her
like he once did
through the night

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The stars
she fed
in her dreams

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Distant fog
my heart beats
the time away

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The stars
erased
the pain

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Dripping honey
falling on soft grass
her sexy smile

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Sliced melon
in wooden bowl
sprinkled with flies

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Dawn

My sleeping eyes only catch moments:
The morning goddess
Painting Earth
In pinks, yellows, and gold
Long stemmed streaks.