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Why I write Poetry?

Writing Poetry, Is distilling language down, to the very core.

They call them weeds

Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day.

Glorious Sky

A Glorious Sky! Orange-shouldered Orion throws the Boomerang moon.

Birthday joys

Ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes the simple pleasures are the ones you need.

a damp fall morning

Little drops of dew Landing on my exposed skin like tiny pinpricks

Falling into cloud Orion leaps but fails to touch the crescent moon

Looking Beyond

When you look beyond The chasms that lie ahead You see the full moon

Shadows of evening

Evening Approaches Pecan shadows are creeping across the roadway

Spring Dance

To the song of birds an orange ladybug dances along my forearm

Spring Rain

Air as sweet as cream. Large, round raindrops fall onto bright-new green grass stalks.