Category: Poetry
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The Shadow at My Feet
Oh Sufi curled up sleeping next to me, You have filled my home With meows and yowls, And the patter of paws Running up and down the stairs. Shadow at my feet, In two short months, You have changed my life. Seven pounds purring on my shoulder, nibbling at my nose And licking my chin.…
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The Death of Self-Consciousness
The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don’t want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body. I go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where nothingness is everything. Where my heart can’t talk, but…
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The War Within
I harbor an inside enemy Full-range emotional artillery The self-made war I wage Between the shadow and the sage. She knows what hurts the most, My unwelcome host, Kicks me when I’m down. She knows no bounds. She’s staked her claim and freely roams She calls herself my home. I know her insidious M.O. well,…
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Resistance Is Futile
I’m starting a list of the things I resist, So that I might find a new point of view. One that no longer causes me bother, My one-sided feelings askew. I want to see how free it would be To give up what I think I must fight. When raising my arms, or my voice…
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The Moon
I. Shadowed craters swirl into a haunting face. II. The moon sings silent “alleluia” fades darkness into muted light. III. Returning every night to me, my lover, my moon. IV. Guiding sailors to shore where women wait at sheening windows, Captain Moon. V. Galileo knew from telescopes of glass that Earth was not a flattened…
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Free Hearted
When I finally take a moment to listen To the bump, bump, bump in my chest There is a question louder than expected, Where have you been? In my head, I reply. Refining my ability to be ambivalent. I read more about people like Angelina Jolie Than I know about the war in Iraq. I am…
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Chippee Is Off the Old Block
When I saw your scruffy face on the shelter’s website I thought you were the one. A virtual match connecting you to me, You busy little bee. Your golden hair and your button nose Imprinted in my memory. One simple picture, one slightly too-perky name. A sign, a wish, a silent hope That you would…
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A Letter to Myself
Oh my child, You are safe in the palm of my hand In the curve of my lap. There is no falling, No breaking, no doubting. Here is a place of soothing voices, Loving arms and adoring eyes. You are a light on the world Just by being in it. Here on my lap in…
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What Your Body Wants You to Know
Your body is woven as flesh with your divine self. It is here to remind you that you are alive. Trust it, it knows the way to wholeness And loves you completely. There is no need to fill yourself up, You are already full. Drunk on your own divinity. Remove yourself from the stage of…
Let It Bespoken 