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

A Catbird sings.
Does not matter for whom she sings
or whether one can hear her song or not.
She sings.
Truly an individual song gathered from experience
of joy and woes from what only she is privy too.
I wish to be a catbird.
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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