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Something I wrote after spending a day at a nearby lighthouse and musing...
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A collection of Haiku
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Disarming…
That’s the word he chose
to describe the many things
that she did to his reason.
She filled a room with her torrenti..
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Something I wrote a short time ago...a little bit of music, a little bit of passion, a little bit of regret...
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In a tongue that I do not understand
you sing to me sonnets of love,
read to me stories of blissful tragedy,
touch me with memories that are not ..
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Sparing the delight
beneaththese silken sheets,
reaching, we find each other,
reaching we find our whole
each of us delivering the other,
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There was a time
when my heart clung tightly
to the security of the shore,
fingers dug deep in sand
that fell away with
each breaking wave&hell..
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A poem about my ever present muse...a friend when there are no others...
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When the first soft breath of morning
echoes through her sleep sodden world,
she wakes in the semi-darkness,
hearingthe rhythmic call of rising ..
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Delicate,
like the mouth
of an orchid,
sipping the sun
for the very first time,
delicate is my heart
I breathe the scent
of ocean spray a..
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