Tag: poems
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The Shape of Sound
The shape of sound – cicadas’ buzz rippling in the air The shape of shadow – falling angles of light from the house windows The shape of breath – cylindricalribcage expansive, circular, contracting ribbons of bone The shape of flower blossoms – doubled, orange begonias in an arc of crumpled fabric The shape of sky…
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An Ars Poetica
You are my gift, dear poem, you are like my breath; you wake me, and sing me to sleep. You are my gift, dear poetry, you are like my life’s blood; you energize me and carry me on. You are my gift, dear writing, you are like my body; you move me and support my soul.…
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Wishes
Prayer poems fall out of the ether, like ladybugs and dandelion fluff, shooting stars, and the fallen lashes we cup in our hands before blowing them into the breeze, wishes in the wind.
Amy Secrist 