November 14

Winter Woods

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They’re wondering about the shine out there

Mourning the fall on this frosty morning

Bare gray branches are more than they can bear

Warning us winter came without warning

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No other season questions what you know

Wait while dormant branches support snow’s weight

So strong as below acorns gray squirrels sow

Ate one, shared one, then buried the next eight

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I know winter’s magic astounds the eye

Piece of the woods covered in snow brings peace

Sky blue birds migrate past in the blue sky

Geese in their way in the v-shape of geese

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Right now’s so stunning makes me want to write

Site’s so lovely it really is a site

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(A Shadow Sonnet)

September 26

Fearful Cocoon of Ego

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Monarch butterfly floats

Flower to flower, over trees

Around leafy branches, between grass blades.

With feet on solid earth I watch afraid

I will never know gliding on the breeze.

But what if I devote

Time spent fearing to a mindful crusade

Each heartache a flower, I see

The plight as antidote.

In lieu of fear promote

Discomforts as a force esprit

All feelings as weightless escapade.

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A Bragi Poem inspired by Pema Chodron’s following words from The Places that Scare You:

Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.”

July 18

Natural Art

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As intricate as the patterns on a quilt

Subtle color, fine beauty beyond belief

Like an old stained glass window complete with gilt

Fascinating as a headdress on a chief

As complicated as the new building built

Textured like mosaic or bas relief

Reflecting sunlight like a jewelry box spilt

How can anyone think this is just a leaf?

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(An Italian Octave)

July 1

No Need for Seymour

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Curvaceous evolution

In chartreuse and burgundy stripes

Beguiling and self-sufficient

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Insects find tubes irresistible

Sweet nectar filled death trap

Slippery, treacherous, efficient

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Silent still tropical carnivore

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Exciting, beautiful, mysterious

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(An Indrisos Poem)

June 25

Art at the Tire Shop

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I found art in the local tire store

While waiting for four new wheels and rear brakes

I have to wait, what more can I ask for?

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What’s hidden inside is a mystery

It’s original form is history

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Now a focal piece and a chair no more

Was the start of this a small mistake?

Or has the creator done this before?

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You can find art in the strangest places

Beyond museums and display spaces

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What artwork do I miss as I explore

Gathering groceries, addressing toothaches

Adding some excitement to what may bore

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I need to live with my eyes open wide

Just never knowing where beauty does hide

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Art is a lump covered in labels galore

At flea markets and on grocery store cakes

Or the dark doodles on a bathroom door

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The art you see is in your state of mind

To what you call art others may be blind

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It is of you reader I do implore

Remember in art there is no mistake

A happy accident someone will adore

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Art is more than purchases from the store

It’s stickers and stencils and meter breaks

It’s more than home furnishing decor

It can be a chair at the tire store.

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(A Gra Reformata Poem)

June 22

The Longest Day

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With desire to view

The shortest night’s debut

We’re on the lake at twilight

From the seats of our boats

Time flying as we float

Sky shifts from washed-out to bright

A rainbow sans the arc

Daylight morphs into dark

We paddle into the night

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(A Balassi Stanza)

April 29

Reflection

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On our recent adventure we took pictures of each other.

Home, we shared them telling what we love about one another.

Each of us focused on our features we liked least during the view

The things we can mention we love about ourselves are few

The quirky details we love about the other are untold,

We believe the other an amazing site to behold.

But looking in the mirror we see a face wrinkled and old

If only we could look through the loving eyes of the other

And see what the other can see with kindness and love anew.

When we love ourselves as we love the other, love becomes bold.

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(A CinqTroisDecaLa Poem)