The Poets' Place

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Parsley

I was reborn into

a dance of fireworks,

that could spring into solder,

and breathe gray lead into the lives

of simple

souls,

in a camp on the wrong side of the border.

~J. Yamashita

boy i'm telling you.....

just my luck

much as i hated lines

look at me now....

marching in one.

these crumbs are heavy

the bitch ant spits eggs

like a vending machine.

it's just all i can do

to not throw myself

in a vat of chocolate

and be swallowed

by a hungry mayan.

~dw

i will be a Winslow tug
for you - and kiss the moon
marbly.
my sea will approach
your coastline;
and once ashore -
i'll dissolve
and be gone into
the arc of your wave.

the countless vibrations
of great blue heron overhead
and the rudders beneath me -
will set the sun to rise;
and etched into nature's
weatherbeaten smile,
and violet watercolors,
you will hear the song
of the lark.

~susan

Not a fawn in a thicket

whose spots tell me of Nature's forgiveness

nor even a stalk of Iowa corn whose ten feet

of nobility

impossibly began beneath a field of ice

but perhaps I am a Joshua tree unfolding green branches

in a wheel of sand

near the flatbeds of ancient rivers

~NeverLander2

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