Smarter

I never knew
if the glass horses were best
alchemy or indian summers
the waterfalls of words were chaos

It was wonderful
and then it took you

I liked you in your cowgirl hat
you called us family
I think unfriendliness was rare for you

and though I knew you little
it's what I will believe

If you are the inspiration
for poems and beautiful images
let me thank you endlessly

I have looked up to you
so if words will reach you where you are
I hope you hear what I write for you
the small echo of what you gave to the world

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My poet Hall

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I watch the milk swirl in to temper our coffees,

his two shades darker

Like our arms, his one day tan rivaling

a summer's worth of mine

Like his eyes, honey-bright in the full sun

dark and serious in the evening

Sometimes they shine from the light he carries within

Love and happiness

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The Maelstrom

The Maelstrom

Creaking, groaning,
timbers quaked
And I stood frozen to the deck,
my bones bare to the icy rain.
The benevolent god shone upon us no more.

Mercy was the water that swallowed us.
To ship and sailor laid waste
a kindness that stole the life from our lips
and left us gasping on the shore,
born into new wakening.

Reprisal

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commanding my thoughts

the tempest that you are

breaks upon me like waves

but the surf carries with it

bits of the shore each time 

until the two are one

how can you be yet unscathed?

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