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poetry: solstice

11/30

on longest day
tilt toward sun
find cypress trees
look close, closer

see soft feather
watch it tremble
remember flying clouds
forget sinking sand

notice sky change
gold, purple, pink
swallow it whole
feel forgiveness burn

dance around flames
emerge a phoenix
weave midsummer memories
into fiery wings

close your eyes 
take a bite
all my words
are still warm

More short poems:
1/30: not my cat
2/30: comfort
3/30: ache
4/30: remember
5/30: graduation
6/30: big love
7/30: Heavy and light
8/30: delicate
9/30: leaping
10/30: Dad gave me…

46 thoughts on “poetry: solstice”

  2. Gosh, wrong analogy, but this poem gives me shivers. First stanza tilts into impossible, leaves mystery in place. Last stanza – anything I say won’t be enough – but – invites intimacy, delivers passion. See? It says more than that – and THAT is its beauty and strength. Wow, would be a good word to use here. Good words, well said.

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    • Oh, I’m so glad my poem was able to illuminate what’s going on with you 🙂 That’s the best compliment I could receive. Thank you! I hope you are sharing more about your Phoenix moment on your blog. I’ll have to go get caught up!

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  14. Your poetry is genuinely good! I speak as a former teacher who had to sift through college student creative writing projects, where a lot of them opted for poetry because “it’s easy and short.” (I used to tell them, “I assure you, the shorter the text, the harder it is to write.”) I hope you publish them in book form someday. Poetry seems to be having a renaissance lately, you should ride the wave. 🙂

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  17. “dance around flames
    emerge a phoenix
    weave midsummer memories
    into fiery wings”
    oh, how I love these lines in particular. You have such a way with words, it’s always a delight reading them.

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