the shallows

A calming swirl of image and sound from House of Heart

House of Heart

I am a lone bird wheeling jagged edges

of ancient cliffs above the shallows

of a rough Dover sea.

My feathers gleam in the beam of

the lighthouse where gentle swells

pulse against hollow bones that in

pale blue dreams you hold tenderly

in your palm like a treasured pearl.

We have abandoned the lighthouse

that seems to lean closer to the sea

waiting in vain at the tide swept shore.

The beam has ceased its search,

still each time I pass by I tip my wing.

Art by R. Simon

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“Poetry is a way to… make bridges from one country to another, one person to another, one time to another.”

from Art of Quotation

Art of Quotation

“Poetry is a way to bridge, to make bridges from one country to another, one person to another, one time to another.”

Joy Harjo, poet, Named U.S. Poet Laureate (The Oklahoma-born writer, a member of the Muscogee Creek Nation, is the first Native American to hold the post.)


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River Worn

from House of Heart

House of Heart

At the bed of a murky river
I found you wet and worn,
a rare gem beaten to the silt
beneath the hooves of a wild horse.
Like a secret,   a sacred poem,
I  held  you in my palm
rubbed you smooth and honed,
a refined diamond in my hand.
At the bay of obsession you slipped
from my grip lost forever to the
inlets gaping mouth.
How weak we were at the final kiss
something we wanted to be strong for.

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