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The Sheltered Poet
Above all be of single aim. (James Allen)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Patrick T. Randolph
motherhood
Robin’s beak—
Fat earthworm,
Euphoric chirps!
secrets
Childhood voice
peeks out from
Memory’s eyes.
a study in linguistics
Winter stars
are Night’s verbs
in Sky language.
{Breath Poems by Patrick T. Randolph}
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forever dancing
May the artistic expression of
God's grace be my holy testimony.
May the dance of my life continue
as long as there is breath in me.
Melanie M. Eyth
danceofmyhands@aol.com
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