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Joyce Watkins, US
 

 

 

Free Verse

 

in my garden

 

And then there crept a little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

~John Keats

 

...in my garden cool misty gray
kitty drinks of the buddha...somehow
knowing and bowing...

angel trumpet blooms in
heavenly soft peach aura
while artichoke sends amethyst
fire to the sky

a mockingbird sings
full of hope, and for the
thrill of song

the world is still
and quiet.....a pause
between breaths

a space between notes
i live here this morning

 

 

took a walk

 

took a walk
down by the cliffs
wind ripped
and tore all away
that was no longer
needed....free from
the weight, the stress
the stories

free as the birds
soaring high in dark
cloud sky....free as the
emerald, sage, plants
that tossed by my side
as i walked by the ocean
as the sun glowed through
the darkness....with a song
singing my Beingness
into being

that's how free
the breeze was tonight
fierce, and loving
cold and merciless
i surrendered all
and was given a Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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