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Meditation

               Meditation In twilight times the balance in between The beauties of the sweet is tinged with dim Blue homage muting thoughts of sadder sheen. The weight of twilight fills the heart’s wide brim With happiness expressed with darker dreams. A color mild...

Accordingly

              Accordingly The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside a rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden wings have gathered.  Great tits leap As through the grandest canyon.  Swooped...

Outside the Painted Cave

  Outside the Painted Cave Before men thought of poetry, they fell In love with paintings on a petal’s tongue. It started ringing in its silent bell So utter they could almost hear it.  Swung From it came colors so much like a song They almost gave men melody, at...

The Music for Saints’ Ears

   The Music for Saints’ Ears The snow is like two perfect music realms. It came in perfect purest notes as flakes All night and now the vision overwhelms. In dark it manifested white as lakes Turned first to ice, then covered with true white. High symphonies first...

Concealment or Revelation

 Concealment or Revelation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If minds could play the instruments of mist, Sopranos sing the songs of unheard souls, And treble boys in choirs sing amethyst Magnificats,...

Illuminated

            lluminated Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The secret bird refuses to be known. Its color is a flavor still unnamed, More like a smell than scarlet, a tone, Shennai in voice perhaps.  It...