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Behind Walls of Data

In the Last Green Hours

Crucible of Light

Dogs (A micropoem)

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest


Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied


Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2


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


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


Sapphire Birth

The sea dreams of
the unknown,
and endlessly,
in every hissing wave,
gorged with the lifeblood
of the world,
swollen with pure living,
burning down
around my feet,
but not vanquished,

only resting for the next
adventure in light
and sapphire
and doom.

What if we are unstoppable fire
resting between spectacles?
What if we are as powerful
as we ever wanted
to be—
heirs to majesty
even while we beg and
pretend to be small?

A pale denim sky unravels
into its dark

A gathering of stars
sprinkle down
and remember
faraway legends
when they make their
soft landing
on the water.

Now I too am the pulse of the sea.
I too am the invisible multitude.
I too am the music of darkness—
hum of unquenchable vastness.

And just what if our
true state
is magnificence,
our true form, anything
we can imagine and
our lives are spread
across oceans
we separate into
centuries and eons
and now,

while we ride waves
of a love
we could never endure
in a breakable body?

Then would we
finally cherish
this tiny capsule of
or even remember
the whispering fear
that sounded
so real
just a moment ago?

Patricia Joan Jones

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