

The Seven Deadly SinsPrideThe Seven Deadly Sins
Lovely winter snow Metaphoric purity Dirt is still beneath
Greed
Spring brings forth beauty For each of us to behold Less is seen each year
Envy
Wintered valley floor Adorned only in dead grass Beneath snowy peaks
Anger
Vibrant fall colors Flow down from each mountain peak Until cross winds come
Lust
I have no season No lovers fires in the spring I consume year round
Gluttony
Winter


A MomentThe ground begins to refuse the rainA Moment
while the sky sadly promises more.
Restless clouds mill about in valleys -
and drift up against hillsides
before slowly moving upward
to scale their earthen dam.
They spill over forested ridges
as if needing to feel the other side.
It couldn’t have been yesterday
when we shared this gathering of gray –
for the naked fuzz of branches
finding modesty beneath misted veil,
are now flush with


ReverieFriday night jazzReverie
Heineken by the bottle
a duet performing
old standards half-heartedly
Dirty windows obscure
an even dirtier river
love will wait
another night as
blenders mix
with strings and ivory
Still the rhythm
moves me
while everyone else sits
dancing with
only their words
which move only
themselves
The duet plays on
oblivious
to black-eyed sharks
making empty promises
over half-empty glasses
of warm beer
And it’s too late
and it’s too sad &nb


Ode to North Carolina and Lifeone moon, when it glanced past stars and grew so big it was like a duller sun, round and heavierOde to North Carolina and Life
than a pregnant woman’s breasts
on that day I loved you and for a few days afterward warming into your spring with all those flowers – dogwoods – and more
it hit like a fist in the gut – didn’t it? – a suicide straight in the vein that’s the draught, the slug,
we chuck it all back, lives and our foolish risks
god, we’re all bleeding metaphors our steps slicking in someone else’s spillage


Lives1Lives
A dam, a few tears
and the steam on a window two years close and the Pacific fails to slice the gap
the foreign pasteboard of impressions over there in blue ridges and simple rurality
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I dreamed of what it would be like to shadow out the voice of myself and spread it over the ocean
and beyond to all the ones I’ve loved
it rose, somewhere lost in my own ether and there was a vision of a child and I felt the tremble of a quiet faith
and love wasn’t ju
love your poems... i write poetry too!
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"Every tear I've cried, God held in his hand... "
Thank you for enjoying my Art.. it means a lot to me.
Wish you have a great day, stay in peace.
Lily.
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