Skimming Stones
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...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
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Vincent Willem van Gogh

so I start over
as the moon and as the sun
I have always been
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Paula Lietz

there in the garden
cycle of life visible
petal by petal
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Paula Lietz

choir of color
of fallen crabapples
pilfering Blue Jay
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Paula Lietz

red hen
settles on warm eggs
frying pan sizzles
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Paula Lietz

I Am Undone
Unexpectedly I keep falling to my knees
one cannot balance on Uncertainty
in times of Unbelievable grief
in an Unimaginable world.
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Paula Lietz

missing you
in relentless waves
memories
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Paula Lietz

my cold lips
upon your white shoulder
a desolate touch
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Paula Lietz

no right no wrong
perfection imperfection
there is no ideal
one compliments the other
reality of life
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Paula Lietz

infinite grace
in nature’s silence
orbs of dew
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Paula Lietz

spring current
deftly massages
the river bank
on the edge
a yellow bird sings
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Paula Lietz

the light
in my children’s eyes
will they remember mine
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Paula Lietz

irrelevant
of ones perception
the knocking of change
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Paula Lietz

the scent of you
forever in the garden
joie de vivre
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Paula Lietz

moon in scorpio
a lone wolf
howls
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Paula Lietz

I will rest in the space between breaths
as I map out the fissures of the moment.
Let me introduce to you myself anew
in the advancement of falling out
so that I may fall within.
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Paula Lietz

canvas of blue
a sky of melancholy
a songbird song
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Paula Lietz

dreamt
I was ascending
a prismatic path
weaved amid
celestial chords
each shift of colour
a chakra rising
I took note
there is no end
simply a fusion
to all things
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Paula Lietz

on my kitchen floor
prana made visible
a morning prayer
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Paula Lietz

heaven
on earth
a puddle
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Paula Lietz

incessant ocean
did little to break
the waves thrashing
the shoreline
with no restrictions we flew
Jonathan the Gull ~and I
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Paula Lietz

your phantom kisses
laid me down in disarray
here, you said, and here
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Paula Lietz

berries
bruised or perfect it mattered not
in Lydia’s Grove.
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Paula Lietz

Rivers requiem
Soften the shoreline
of sorrow
Elegies written
In curls of eddies
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Paula Lietz

in my library
stories strain for freedom
updating needed
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Paula Lietz

maintaining space
on a complicated planet
refugees welcomed
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Paula Lietz

I was once
a singular
beautiful
snowflake
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Paula Lietz