#poetry
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the bird feeder hangs by a wirefrom a pine tree in the front yardthe wind sways it back and forthbut only on windy days. I sit in the poet’s housewatching the birds as they arrivesometimes the seeds drop to the groundwhere the hungry squirrels wait. the seeds drip like your thoughtsdrip…drip…drip…damn metaphors are everywhere. a…
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imaginewe can row a cloudlike a canoeto wherever we wantand white swans follow? our paddles carved from the finest imagination,like river salmon heading out to sea.the rippling skies abundant with laughteras scented winds carry our dreams. in the distancewe see an islanduntouched by adults;a place just for uswhere tears do not exist. all the forgotten…
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My name is Pamiuqit means “dog with no tail”I was born in the tundraa vast nothingnessthat leads to my feet. Only fate can distribute calamityand the tundra is full of it.It rises like snow drifts in winterand sings through blistering windswhen the midnight sun has disappeared. It breaks the very ice you stand oninto pieces…
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A notch in our heartsfearlessly carried.a whispered breathlike a chinook wind.a peaceful momentwith an old friend.a once in a lifetime sunsetdraws a silent tear. What drew 5 friends together so many years agois the same thing that draws a nation together.The “truth” will do thatand in a seemingly magical wayunder the last sunsetone star will…
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I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t dream anymoreits time to grow uplearn how to be an adultlearn to be practicalunderstand your…
