some Roxie
Powell
poems...........
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Colorado
Columbine
Purple
is a color of many colors
when
it is possessed
by
the Columbine flower
It
is blue of course, a deep purple
blue
effused onto velvet
and
it holds other blues seen
obliquely
as the flower
turns
in the breeze and like the
breeze
itself opens and closes
accesses
darker hues goes deeper
into
purple black
disappears
turns
its head and on its
shoulders
white
blue
yes, but white edging blue
as
white as it is blue
quite
as blue as the sky.
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First
Poem For Roxie
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You
looked into the ether of yourself
without
finding much to satisfy you
maybe
you should have wondered
what
you were looking for
What
could that have been?
You
always found a little kid
looking
for an old man
But
why?
What
did an old man have
that
you wanted
Well,
an old man had the appearance
of
having lived, of having done something
So
you set out to become
that
old man
|
And
now you
are
an old man
who
has done something
done
lots of something
and
you`re still a kid
looking
into the ether of yourself
unsatisfied.
|
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Second
Poem for Roxie
You always wanted to
know
who you were
and now
you know whom you
are
Does it surprise you
to learn
that whom you are
is pretty much the
same
as whom you were?
Does it surprise you
to know that there
never was
any more of you than
there was
right then?
Even while your
heartstrings
reached to the sky
and beyond.
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My wife meditates to
rid herself
of mind chatter
she wants to be
cleaned
of daily residue
While I revel in
mind chatter
letting it go on and
on
into foreverness
lest I miss a piece
of it
and thereby become
diminished
not merely by that
motley piece
but by the abundant
connections
to which some faint
breeze
in my mind might
lead me
a galloping steed
caught-up in the
smell of hay
and the warm barn in
which we lay.
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Roxie`s
E-address is: roxieann@home.com
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