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Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument. -
Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it -
Questions, More, Or Less.
Equations stretch across a gridded page,
Looking like a jumble of lines and curves,
But they answer questions,
That have been wondered for ages,
And they solve the riddles of our world, -
The Flowers Of Your Personality
The flowers of your personality
Are always in full bloom.
The bees buzz around them,
Inspired by your strength.
The weeds are not present,
Repelled by your stance.
The hummingbirds flutter,
Admiring your peace. -
Carefree drops
The rain pitter-patters against the roof,
Dripping down the sides.
The pipes treat the steady streams
Like a water slide,
Twisting and turning their way down.
The constant drops thrum in my ears,
Echoing like a shout in a cave. -
Free, As It Should Be
The wind whips across the waves,
Howling, and whistling,
Ringing in my ears.
It blows closely to the water,
Not giving it any choice
But to give in,
And roll along the surface.
It washes away the clouds,
Loves
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The Sunset
This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
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My vow
I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
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The Simplicity of the Walk and Talk
Taking a walk along the beach with my sister
We took the evening to ourselves
to drive to the beach and watch the sunset
It’s rare that we get to spend this time alone together
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A fun little poem about a sheep that I thought of while jogging
There once was a sheepWho ate grass by the heap
It wandered through shopsIt trotted across streets
Then it happened upon wheatsWhich it devoured in six heavenly feasts
