Fears

I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

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Real

A real poem may awaken you before dawn
as you watch the shadows scrape away the dark

Digital Hearts

Ah, these buttons
Upon nimble fingers
In a speed smart, it runs
Proud, as time surrenders

Thorns

Every rose has its thorn
So they said

I felt those roses so
Bloom my love
Held on roots, of fears

Fires

fires beget fires
and we melt as poles
of wax

Breathless

You make me breathless
With your caress
You left me powerless
No more, no less

A Seed Unknown

are we not fruits, dear
graced under one branch
perched high by birth
blessed with a vision

Lanturne Poem: Self

Poetry challenge: Lanturne poem.

self
shadows
long or short
misfit ever
self

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Where Education Fails

Another rumination…on true education

A wound never soothed
By speculating cause or effect
Or by measuring right from wrong
All it needs is a healing touch

I Dance

New York, New York, 1997- I’d chosen to travel that summer, to be alone. I thought I didn’t know why. I was wrong. Sometimes we just don’t want to listen to what we need to know, to what we need to do next. It’s only when we push ourselves till we’re exhausted we hear- then we’re finally ready.

Sister “C”

Sister Claire

She was a nun,

And she was my teacher.

She had the most beautiful hands I’d ever seen,

Loved to play skipping,

Chewed gum

And wore a girdle.

When ever it bunched up,

 She’d go into the art supplies closet

And close the door-

The whole class could hear her

Tugging, adjusting

And muttering “For the love of god.”