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Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Rippling Moonbeams on 23

In the still of the night
when only the moon 
feels the wind whispering,
and ancient Hades sleeps,
I think of you.

In the still of the night
when tears are raindrops
of forgotten love,
falling down cherubs'
corroding cheeks;
silence shivers in
a blanket of dark, 
Eris soft memories,
leaves return by curling in.
Tree trunks reach and  
rub together,
sending screams out
to the still of the night;
I think of you and lay to rest
my core to the root
of our earth.

In the strike of the night,
I call upon the 
resurrection of the sun
at 5 a.m.,
the hue of blood rises, 
a red river of temperance
folds her arms across
my prostrate back,
purifies me,
and anoints the break of day.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


These four poem selections are the highest viewed on my blog.
Which is your favorite ? Click on the title and ENJOY.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. 
                           Khalil Gibran

Attracted to Royal Nectar

Rain On a Funeral Day

Countess and Her Whip

My Heart Swells

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”
                                       Saul Bellow
Thank you readers for many successful years of blog sharing. Tracy Kuhn Greenlee

Monday, January 14, 2013


Awe Encompassing

My mango sunrise,
a mantra of warmth
leaves striations of
wisdom through the
window of my heart.

Your divinity fades into
the past calamity,
waxing with the sun.
My knees find
the scrape of concrete,
my breath-- the need to breathe.
My heart, the force of light,
lost to the depth of the ocean,
my faith is the now waning as
the questions fall over me.

Embracing the fallen mortar,
mending  the mortal cracks--
my humble prayers
my hands to form a finger sail--
a steeple upon my chest.

pulsing with
oracles wind, acumen
parts the sternum of my breath,
ribs traverse my erect posture,   
binding the cross of my path.
I am blessed by you;
I give you my happiness,
for I am the endless one
enlightening the
morning’s humbleness.

My wings have taken new flight,
mothering the feathers
of transformation,
inspired sublimity and awe
find the shores of faith,
and land of divinity.
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