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Just One Person

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“The purpose of poetry

is to remind us /

how difficult it is

to remain

just one person…”

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― Czesław Miłosz

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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dexterous

many hats

will try anything

with multi faceted personality

confused

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Haiku:

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morning chill brings fog

fall colors portend winter

mother natures sleep

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Poem:

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The mind is the key
To a Higher Power I plea

I am but a steward of theUni-verse
Deigned not to do the perverse

Mother nature to protect
Nor my body to neglect

Acknowledging that the soul dwells
beautifully adorned in light pastels

In the heart of all who pray
For however long or short their stay

The mind is the enigma
Choices are what grow the stigma

The mind must humbly respect
So that the body and soul will reflect

A life that could not be any greater
A life that is worthy of the Creator

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A Mirror

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“Poetry is

a mirror

which makes

beautiful

that which is

distorted

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― Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Elfje:    (also know as a Cinquain)

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wavy

fun house

jump, squat, laugh

mirror on the wall

distorted

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Haiku:

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snow capped mountain peak

sparkling crystals blinding light

wafting spring zephyrs

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Poem:

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poetry is a form of meditation

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the mind searches for a word
the word becomes the idea
at first the meaning is blurred
seeking a mental panacea

the poet holds up his mirror
he searches for the light needed to reflect
striving to make the pictures clearer
the image and the words he seeks to connect

in  his minds eye the story grows
people and places take their roles
is it going to be rhyming or will it be prose
like pilots the words work the controls

will his story continue on into infinity
always hoping for the happy ending
can he find the conclusion skillfully
only his ego knows that he was just pretending

listening to natures nocturnal music
wading through a surf warm gentle
his lyric poetry becomes therapeutic
the imagination is moved to the transcendental

is the emotional ride for the reader or the writer
when the story ends like the triumphant bullfighter

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