beginning with merely four notes
Beethoven created an immortal symphony
a musical poem with voices numbering
over two dozen instruments
surrounded by the sound of genius
I bounce between inspired and humbled
trying to write a decent stanza
tio stib
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what makes a word a weed?
makes me suddenly
yank it out
toss it from my poetic garden
I must admit it’s never logic
nothing rational
just pure and perfect whim
it sounds odd
it looks strange
it simply doesn’t fit
it’s a weed
goodbye
and so, to fill the gaping hole
I plant another seed
and watch new life erupt
listen
to how it gabs with neighbors
hope
that this communion of sound and sight and meaning
will sate the artist’s appetite for perfectio
tio stib
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the first time we walked together
we got lost
the perfect path
to knowing each other
she never complained
simply smiled
marveled at flowers and bird
held my hand
trusted
we’ve walked on
through mountain meadows
singing with bees and butterflies
dancing barefoot on foggy beaches
gleefully splashing in the waves
hiding under an umbrella in Spring rain
sampling strawberries at the Farmers’ Market
gossiping with passing neighbors
skipping to the grocery store
plopping onto our favorite bench
hand in hand
we walk on
tio stib
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in the beginning
we knew not where we were going
only
that we were going together
husband and wife
how can you know what that means
when dreams are blinding
when youth is fearless
when life is forever
we skipped down the yellow brick road
not a cloud in the sky
worries past by
lost
in our bubble of love
came curves and surprises
unexpected compromises
failures and broken words
a gathering of differences
darkening days
the same choice
again and again
husband and wife?
the same answer
again and again
husband and wife
two words now one
tio stib
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there is a porch
in my mind’s quiet place
broad, shaded, open
where I sit and look out
at my garden of words
listening
enjoying
watching words waving
in the gentle breeze of memories
each seed
an echo
of planting
caring
weeding
hoping
waiting
wondering
would faith be rewarded
would something glorious appear
sometimes
unexpected beauty blossomed
sometimes
no matter the effort expended
new life never sprouted
yet still I garden with words
planting, caring, hoping
sitting on my porch each day
marveling at the miracle
of creativity
tio stib
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at last
said the flower to the bee
you’re back, my friend
come dance with me
two birds lit upon a tree
it spoke
please stay
come nest with me
sprouts sprang from sun baked earth
eggs erupted into birth
shutters opened
windows wide
I harkened
to the din outside
the roar of life
is here again
Spring’s voices calling
let’s begin
tio stib
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walking through a cloud of grey
the beginning of a quiet day
I felt a tickle on my face
a soft caress, a moment’s grace
and smiled
as I was gently kissed
by the tender morning mist
tio stib
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