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Poem

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

Poem

I feel it, first as a stir,
turning deep in the murky water.
Surfaces up for air, a twitch
on the lake in my head.
A flip, and it disappears.

Poem

I am the clash and collide of the stars
because I create worlds.

I am the awareness of the trees
because I hear the wind.

Poem

Newly baked and fresh today
Eat while hot or take away.

Poem

The light through the blind is a poem,

the way it illuminates air.

And the shadows that fall

on the floor and the wall

are signs that a poem is there.

 

Poem

A poem is not an Ant
but it can be quite short.
A poem is not a Banana
but there may be something under its skin.
A poem is not a Coat