Category Archives: Poetry
Things piled the wrong way to
Things piled the wrong way to Bring to me poetry and discovery :- Doug.
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Above the change and loss
Above the change and loss what we lose honors our life and makes it holy it is in all of us :- Doug.
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Discernible to the physical eye
Discernible to the physical eye neither the grandchildren nor their future :- Doug.
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When grandchildren are elders
When grandchildren are elders All that has ever moved humanity Might come through us :- Doug.
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When will compassion rise?
When will compassion rise? When will gentle own the future? :- Doug.
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mingled we dream up each other?
To say the grandchildren, in fact —oh, to utter them Is that not their secret stratagem unspeaking to have us express them? Otherwise they are lost to us banished by our failure to imagine them leave the unsayable aside show … Continue reading
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nowhere exist
Wisdom calls us but does not and nowhere exist :- Doug.
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You know their limits
You know their limits these grandchildren and their possibilities :- Doug.
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What people say of poets
What people say of poets could be said of elders :- Doug.
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Fling the little you are
Fling the little you are embracing out into the spaces grandchildren breathe an elder has nothing to fling and that nothing is necessary, is necessary a potential to nourish :- Doug.
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Caught and ignited
Caught am I by metaphorical real grandchildren snared, saved, heard, touched, infected, flung, boarded, joined, ignited :- Doug.
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Return to connection
Return to connection shaped by the stream of grandchildren your emptiness a resonance chamber perchance to hear the song our streaming makes return :- Doug.
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remain unused?
Do we dare—dare! remain unused? :- Doug.
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Swimming the same clear
Poetry sometimes is lists of words each swimming the same clear stream :- Doug.
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