Success(ion)
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A seed lands, crack expands
Roots making life from hard rock
Water feeds new plant needs
In the shade of a great hemlock
Boulder becomes mineral crumbs
Roots, rock, rain in wedlock
Through sun and storms new soil forms
The tale of a forest epoch.
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A Naturette Poem. A poetry form I invented to write about a tiny detail of nature.
The 8-line poem has the following rhyme scheme and syllable count:
6AA
8B
6CC
8B
6DD
8B
6EE
8B
The Nation that Destroys its Soil Destroys Itself
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The root of life is beneath our feet
Nation building from pebbles and rocks
That form humanity’s foundation
Destroys illusion that we’re complete
Its bits of dust are the building blocks
Soil equalizes expectations
Destroys notions of superiority
Itself leveling all authority
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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)
Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:
Decisions
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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood
They will converge again with different tales
One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods
One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale
Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood
Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail
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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)
Where water meets rock
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Resting beside rocks and water thought digesting
Digesting today’s news, aching muscles resting
Peace comes to me where the cold creek waters release
Release all stresses into the burbling peace
Seeking calm but getting a perspective tweaking
Tweaking expectations, transformation seeking
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(A Mirrored Sestet)
The View at the Top
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I hike the rain slicked trail, gazing from ground to wood
Afraid to trip on rocks, afraid to miss the good
Torn between what I want to do and what I should
Looking ahead and looking back to where I stood.
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I don’t do this enough, so I need frequent breaks
To pee behind a tree, to ease my lungs from ache
Slowly I ascend the steep, resting when calves quake
Reaching the summit, I know this was no mistake.
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(An Awit Poem)
Happy place
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Happiness is the
Place Where water meets rock and
The Ripples reflect
(A Haiku)
A Picture and a Poem 