Sunset

Pausing to watch

A mysterious moment

Of silent transition,

I give thanks for the beauty

Of one precious day.

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Dreams Do Escape

Perhaps,

I’m EARTHPOET–

With words buried

In mushrooms…

Deep in the forest

Amongst colonies of trees.

..

Tied to their roots

By delicate INTENTION,

My thoughts leak to the surface,

Dangling as leaves…

….

Or maybe,

I’m MERMUSE–

Hiding in the shadows,

Diving in the moonlight.

Singing songs of the wave.

..

My MYTH dances

As bubbles…

The daydreams of dolphins,

The pearl of an oyster…

One day.

….

*This little poetic expression was inspired by my friend Andrea who posted the poem “As for Poets” by Gary Snyder on Facebook today asking all her friends “what kind of poet are you?”.  My poem is my answer…