Incantation, I Call The Whale.

This is an experimental poem. It has an epigraph, ‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’,  http://youtu.be/y4G3L8rM5Rw  and I hope that it connects to someone somewhere. If you like notes on poems I have posted some on my page Notes On Poems (scroll to bottom of this page). It is often said that a poem should not need any explanatory notes, but I love them myself and love reading them about other poetry. Peace to all.

The Visit

A poem dedicated to the world’s truly wonderful autistic children

The Visit

As if through a telescope from afar

I watch his world move slowly across the carpet.

He turns the wheels of each toy car,

and lines them up perfectly

adjusting each one minutely.

I enter his space and hold orbit alongside him

and then, unpredictably

he lifts his eyes and contacts me.

One small but intensely bright moment.

He smiles, my daughter smiles, I smile

and we all have our eclipse

and we all stare directly into the sun

through our darkened glasses.

Then, before re-entry, he will hand me the yellow motor car.

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A poem by  soloneili

Hello world!

I think that for a very long time I have been looking for a portal. To be creative is to explore both the world within and the world without. We are all like tuning forks resonating at the same frequencies as certain others out there. Some people are a different note, but that’s ok.  I hope that some of you may enjoy sharing my creativity. Peace to all.

Below is one of my poems. There is a link below it too if you enjoy reading notes on what you have read. Thank you for reading, perhaps you may enjoy other pages to be found at the bottom of this one.

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REMEMBRANCE

Death gifts his panoply among the trees,

he does not need black plumes or suits,

the dear air of day suffices.

He brings Gaia to ease the loss.

Grieving, I stare across the meadow.

Branches still, and fingers trail through grasses,

stirring towards me.

Then nothing,

the world of a moment ended.

Wind then no wind, wind

to stillness; silence in my meadow.

He touches me,

tracing the contours of my hands,

my cheeks, my hair.

I have my wish, much more than memory.

I turn and watch through a higher window

as the wind moves down the valley

and death gifts his panoply among the trees.

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http://wp.me/P1AMhu-l   For notes on this poem

Links to my other pages can be found below.

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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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