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    Saffron Symphonies

    Saffron Symphonies   Hushed cellos begin, slowly holding the notes to the strings; violins surrender to the labyrinth of no way out; a symphony of stringed voices all asking at once: how do we exist with pain, with loss?   So color me saffron, the music and poetry found in your yellow flame, the...

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    Kilimanjaro Rises

    Kilimanjaro Rises   Kilimanjaro rises to meet the moon as elephants roam the Serengeti below. It was here I last saw your smile so many winters ago. I saw ages travel, snow melting in miles feeding fertile valleys with wild, white Marigolds. Sister elephants told stories of the lion’s hunt and...

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    • I like how the poem weaves together memory, myth, and landscape -using Kilimanjaro and the elephants as both witnesses and carriers of history, loss, and hope. I feel the weight of longing for someone gone, but also a sense of resilience, as if the mountain and the rain hold the promise of renewal and freedom.

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    Inbetween

    Sleep is death.Waking, birth.Each night ends meeach dawn delivers a reborn unfinished body.But reborn into what?light?silence?or the same shitscraped with memory?At night when darkness leans inI do not pray.I bargain thatbefore my daily rebirththe monsters will crawl backto the...

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    • “before my daily rebirth” I dug that line because the rest we get (sometimes) refreshes us, although for some more than others, it’s likely the last time. It reminds me that I have to be thankful for every day I get and try to make the best of it.
      Nicely done.

    • I turned 78 today, so I hear you loud and clear. Each night, one wonders if dawn, or something else, or nothing at all will come. We get one of them, but not our choice.

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