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Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

The Sound of Creation

Another Afterlife

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Last Inch of Flame

Justice Denied

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Sacred Crone

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2

Archibald

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One

THE WOLD LIKE THIS!

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

Forbidden

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

January 14th 1995

Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

 

A Silent Knowing


There is so much
to be found in silence,

everything quiet has its
own life and appears infinite:
a tunnel to the beginning of
all things,
a tiara of knowing

and a love more delicious
than mortals ever knew.

It's 1969 again and I believe
all humans are gods
in the making.

The sea was every god:
wealth and pride
and Victorian clouds,
frilly waves humble at
my feet.

I almost drowned in
those waves,
but I never stopped
believing.

I could get used to
that demented freedom.

Lauded and adored
sanctuary between thoughts,
knowing all this is a
parody of home,
I'm flirting with hope.

Capture me, stallions,
shattering the priceless quiet,
take me to your lord,
your center,
my silence

and I can tour the
sable fits of galaxies
or burrow into the
quantum carnival
twinkling beneath
it all.

In youth you gave
me romance,

now give me life.

Give me everything
and all that is . . .
within.

Patricia Joan Jones





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