Pilgrim’s Poetry
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Moon
The moon speaks to me In blue and white…
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If lonely were a heartbeat
If lonely were a heartbeat It would freeze my chest inside With hollow, ice-cold bursts of pain ’til by loneliness I died…
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The curious caterpillar tree
Twisting gnarl and reach-tipped tree; far-floating sway in a cloud-swept sea. Tendrils tremble…
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My Lord has blessed me
My Lord has blessed me with more than I can account for.On the days when my heart is heavy,it is heavier still with the guilt of not being poor. Why give me a house, dear Lord,and a family alive and well?Why give me the food and clothing when others suffer life so well? Wasted on…
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To dream of Pianists
To dream of Pianists, be of mind — I know not where the words to find….
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White-blue Bird By
Trickle and sigh flew a white-blue bird by to crouch ‘pon an acorn oak tree…
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Teacup’s Brim
Hot dew-tread drops ‘pon teacup’s brim; edged stains…
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When early in the morn I wake
When early in the morn I wake fretful o’er my shortcomings, Simple solace I somehow find…
Pilgrim's Poetry 