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Softness In The Night
by Ronald L. Haun
You wished me peace,
so I cannot wish you that.
And I already wished you softness,
so that one is taken.
Today, this afternoon, I wish you
the sweet smells of a bakery of a morning,
fully burning, brightly lit and hot.
For the peace wish me,
I give you tears,
honest, ancient and manly tears.
Attesting to the adoration I bear
the woman singing there.
And then, in return, you wished me well,
wished me softness in the night.
Once in college a girl wished me well,
more like a farewell.
She had a joyous buoyancy
and like a high flying kite
in a warm summer's breeze,
she lazily wafted away
as did the kite freed of its string.
Copyright 2000 by Ronald L. Haun. (Ronalot23@aol.com).
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by Lisa Giuliani
Dreams summon doubt and hesitation to the cognitive shoreline,
Carry us across rivers of fear
And crooked creeks of remembrance.
We are reckless riders where rivers meet,
Colliding with Tendency, Fault, and Failing
With each journey inward.
Dreams defy reason with impossibility,
Challenging our sensibilities with
Subtle ironies and subconscious whisperings.
We confront Faith, splashing
Through puddles of memory and metaphor.
Dreams flex our mental muscles
And play with our prayers.
Dreams enfold the soul in nostalgic embrace
Or stir it with restless imagings.
They tether lucid threads of conflicting realities
To forgotten rituals and ancient rhythms.
Our dreams tell stories in unmetered time
Of yesterday reposed and tomorrow undefined.
They lead us beyond birth and death
To a crossroad of spirit and soul,
A merging of wind and water
And uncounted wishes....
Copyright 2000 by Lisa Giuliani. (Lillhermit@aol.com).
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by Patricia F. Nichols
Lay your head down softly,
Oh gentle breeze tonight,
Show the green tree mercy,
And still your hasty flight,
Whisper your gentle song,
Into my thoughts and dreams,
Bask in the sultry moonlight,
Curl softly in her sweet beams,
Stay gently beside me here,
Steadfast throughout the night,
And lay your head down softly,
My gentle breeze tonight.
Copyright 2000 by Patricia F. Nichols. (Trishaluv7256878@aol.com).
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by Dave Jackson
nobody knows where
Mozart is buried
as if planned
for us to learn
nobody knows where
Mozart is buried
as if arranged like
flowers
fading in a vase
he is buried here I say
in my heart
Mozart is buried in these woods
among these trees
beside the river
he's buried with my brother the
poet
he's buried with my father
with the look he gave me
before he died
nobody knows where
Mozart is buried
as if planned
arranged like
flowers in a vase
like
the first sprouts in a
garden
Copyright 2000 by Dave Jackson (JACKSDM@prodigy.net).
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