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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

 

A Silent Knowing

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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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