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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Redemption


Im convinced that
Time ended
and began again
with your love,

Im convinced,
if you would have me,
the stars would break
their vows
to the night

and crumble like living glitter
all around, each particle
of our contained infinity
a voice
to tell the story
of our love.

Id tell the gods to stop
demanding our attention,
and command the
Universe to
dissipate outside our
holy space.

Upon a
warm and yearning altar
one flame
and then another
would blind the envious
eyes of dawn,
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and Id die in this fire
and be reborn
a fleck of morning
sun, or the dew
that paints
itself like platinum joy
upon a recreated
earth each
day.

Or I would be
the earth
when it gives birth
to a clean and
savage blue,
a pale memory of
your embrace,

a sky cleansed, at last,
of longing for
the light.

I would. Oh God,
how I would
love you.

Patricia Joan Jones
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