SubtleSeas

desires and delights / sometimes disguised / in at least one line ~ poetry and photography composed by me ... micropoetry on Twitter @SubtleSeas

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I remember being six

cold campgrounds

and the easy rides in

going north–

pine forests

a blur..

out the sliding back window

of my dad’s new blue blazer

s.s.

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Me, reading Rilke’s “To Music” to the crickets, and the dark.

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Ecstasy is as powerful as it is slight - steady, yet turbulent. Transient, but bold. Ecstasy is moving, then static. It enlightens and heightens, building, only to rest. It stills, only to rouse. In the most intimate of ways, ecstasy tries the thrust of violence, but sends the somnolent seduction of violins.

s.s.

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in winter–

a thin silence

empty of deprecation

cellophane

stick and stem.

s.s.

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having flown

to the recesses

within her mind

a great blue heron

pinned to the reflection

of a sanguine sky

~s.s.

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To stand and sketch

the petite peonies peering out

a preciously-put shop window,

or to positively paint

their severed stems

en plein air, and all that.

Happiness can be hard to find.

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because a flame is nimble,

the poised light of a blue moon.

s.s.

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Brevity. s.s.

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we are elements of the silent shore

reflections in green glass

murmuring

molten discourse..

s.s.

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what is it

that lifts a spirit

in rings under the stars?

blossoming

dreams..

it drips persimmon

and roars.

s.s.

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The Ghost

forget-me-not

like the flower blue or pink

but a ghost from last Halloween

high

in the sycamore tree.

s.s.

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