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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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The Blue Buffalo


I dreamt I went to my own funeral
but
no one else was there

Gored by a Blue Buffalo
I'd died looking up into a prairie sky
feeling very little pain
but wondering
how did I get here...

songs were playing
older favorites
which I no longer recognized
those
whose words and melodies
had, at one time. had great poetry
and depth of feeling for me

the wind rose and blew steadily through
the tall tall grass
it seemed silent
but not silence, itself

blue and yellow butterflies
floated over and above me
making a gradual path
to the gathering clouds

the air danced with the perfume
of wild prairie roses
while the tall grasses rustled
murmuring:
"hush..."

and then a large blue-bearded face
drew near me
and looked down into my half-masted eyes

pulling myself up by His Long Blue Beard,
I began walking with The Buffalo,
no longer limping
(my cane cast aside...)

I turned to Him and asked
Him (in my mind)
"Sacred Blue Buffalo..
Why Are You Blue?"

He answered my question
His Heart Speaking To Mine:
"What Color Are Your Eyes?"

"Blue blue my eyes are blue... "
I sang to him in my sturdy alto voice
as He nodded

I grabbed His Long Blue Beard
and then We began
steadily walking
hand in beard....


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