A bough in six dimensions

Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly.…

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“We danced, loved and you never departed my heart”

We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write   We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old. I… Continue reading

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“Quiet echoes and seluded places.

Quiet echoes and secluded places   A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading

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Now, When I Remember You

Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer. No Talent for Certainty To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes… Continue reading

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Persuade the World

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. No Talent for Certainty How do you persuade the world That you are right, and they are wrong? I’ve seen you at it… Continue reading

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planting for the season

Originally posted on Proem…:
I… is it Winter…still; wake me when it’s Spring and I shall plant geranium indiscriminate in blue white pots staggered on the Summer porch II… though I shall not…

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Charcoal Remains

Originally posted on Roth Poetry:
Charcoal Remains Devastation burns its way into my soul How can I rebuild from these ashes my life Everything’s up in smoke only charcoal remains How can I…

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading

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“Family pictures”

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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“The good path”

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.                           The good path Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and… Continue reading

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