Haiku # 517

Stirring the cooking pot…
the wind of autumn
restless in the trees

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Cooking pot vapor…
the fog of autumn
spreading amid the trees

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Free Verse # 414 (listening intently)

One day
at the rising of the dawn
I will listen to the prayer
God planted in my heart
before I was born

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Full of my own self
I await your touch
to break me open
into a more, a beyond,
an uncontainable fountain
of overflowing love,
a hymn flowing
into the depth of the sky.

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Besieged by the luminous hover
of the cloud of loneliness,
I long to know the warmth
of one human heart,
to feel its presence
breathing in my life.

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An old man
in a young man’s body
watching life painting
with the brush of death.

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My heart is a wounded place
that wounded birds seek
to pass through its fissures
and die into the sky

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In the light of dawn
your voice comes
on wings of light
on wings of memory
and your breath
weaves the stillness
into a crown of poetry

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Listening intently to the music interweaving the waters of their souls.

Lovers Listening
Unknown Artist, Somewhere in France