l-h-1 - Hello Poetry

Red: the color of a friend’s cheeks as she smiles Orange: the end of a pristine day Yellow: the feeling of the sunshine on my shoulders Green: a new leaf springing from the ground Blue: the hue of a tear from a soft heart Violet: the flower that blooms at night White: I shatter the prism And all I see is light.

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May 18, 2019

May 18, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC

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LIGHT IN EVERY LANGUAGE

Red: the color of a friend’s cheeks as she smiles Orange: the end of a pristine day Yellow: the feeling of the sunshine on my shoulders Green: a new leaf springing from the ground Blue: the hue of a tear from a soft heart Violet: the flower that blooms at night White: I shatter the prism And all I see is light.

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Mist, crystals of the morning, Are gathering around the towering Skyscrapers, clinging to the window. Dawn alights her train And gentle Scatters hue. I leap from the window to fly with her.

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May 18, 2019

May 18, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC

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Dawn

Mist, crystals of the morning, Are gathering around the towering Skyscrapers, clinging to the window. Dawn alights her train And gentle Scatters hue. I leap from the window to fly with her.

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At the crossroads Basking in the golden glow Afternoon pouring upon our shoulders Tender smiles Will carry us miles On the journey that we are destined to go When steel meets with courage In the strength of the dawn Will we hold our heads high To face the sun? As we gather our sorrows and strengths In our packs We say goodbye As we cross the tracks And the tears that gather Like armies in our eyes Will show us the way to a new sunrise And will I clasp your hand For the very last time Whispering: The future is yours and mine

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC

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Parting

At the crossroads Basking in the golden glow Afternoon pouring upon our shoulders Tender smiles Will carry us miles On the journey that we are destined to go When steel meets with courage In the strength of the dawn Will we hold our heads high To face the sun? As we gather our sorrows and strengths In our packs We say goodbye As we cross the tracks And the tears that gather Like armies in our eyes Will show us the way to a new sunrise And will I clasp your hand For the very last time Whispering: The future is yours and mine

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When I was a young girl, Maybe five or six, With thick, chestnut brown hair curled This way and that, I collected words: Beautiful words, long words, strange words, pious words -- Words I journeyed through seas, foreign lands, and valleys to find them I probed jungles of tangled letters and Oceans of fragile paper I climbed the creased valleys of books And when I found the right word, I captured it like a caterpillar And held it close to my heart, Placing the word inside a glass jar Where everyday I could contemplate its beauty and constancy Not ready to release them, Afraid to let them go, I quietly watched them sprout paper wings And flutter about within my jar And when the time ripened upon its branches, I set them free on paper I can still hear the echoing flutter of their wings...

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC

l-h-1

Word Jar

When I was a young girl, Maybe five or six, With thick, chestnut brown hair curled This way and that, I collected words: Beautiful words, long words, strange words, pious words -- Words I journeyed through seas, foreign lands, and valleys to find them I probed jungles of tangled letters and Oceans of fragile paper I climbed the creased valleys of books And when I found the right word, I captured it like a caterpillar And held it close to my heart, Placing the word inside a glass jar Where everyday I could contemplate its beauty and constancy Not ready to release them, Afraid to let them go, I quietly watched them sprout paper wings And flutter about within my jar And when the time ripened upon its branches, I set them free on paper I can still hear the echoing flutter of their wings...

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A calm tide rushes in upon Writings in the glittering sand Dew, sparkling, shatters morning light Dawn blushes, hues waning under pacific clouds Then, I see a window. Lucid blue A sliver, a slice out of dawn's constant blush And a little white bird lends me its feathers So I lift my eyes... Then I rise.

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC

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Rising

A calm tide rushes in upon Writings in the glittering sand Dew, sparkling, shatters morning light Dawn blushes, hues waning under pacific clouds Then, I see a window. Lucid blue A sliver, a slice out of dawn's constant blush And a little white bird lends me its feathers So I lift my eyes... Then I rise.

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