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A gift from voices

beguiles small hands that listen

Trees speak their troubles


from the black desert

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Tinker

trees speak their troubles
in tones so low, the wind stops
a woodpecker marks time
                            ~~jvg


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Gatekeeper

Woodpecker marks time

tells trees, open your flowers

Life vibrates in tune


from the black desert

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Gatekeeper

Life vibrates in tune

when a verse voiced may live on

Let's remember Frank


from the black desert

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badger11

Our witty wordsmith

clears the carpet of brown leaves

seeds wild flowerbeds

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Gatekeeper

A lone dog watches

where his master was buried

Leaves begin to fall


from the black desert

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badger11

Leaves begin to fall
reveals greying bark beneath
gaudy cosmetics

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badger11

impatient youth

zooms above arthritic oaks

creaking old laughter

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Gatekeeper
Creaking old laughter

keeps us company at night

Sun set, moon risen


from the black desert

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badger11

Sun set, moon risen

while the sea whispers of youth

and the old listen

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Gatekeeper
And the old listen

to memories of their youth

Their ears have failed them


from the black desert

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badger11

Their ears have failed them
but filmy eyes magic stars
on a snowy stage

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Gatekeeper

On a snowy stage

the slip on a patch of ice

Old man's rib bones snap


from the black desert

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Gatekeeper

Old man's rib bones snap

audibly to inner ears

Last sounds are heard there


from the black desert

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badger11

Last sounds are heard there

where a warming hand embraces

frailty to rebirth

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Gatekeeper

Tremored hand lies still

as sleep mends disconnections

Breakfast cup spills tea


from the black desert

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David W. Parsley

Breakfast cup spills tea

Darkening pool reflects chilled

Sky swelling with geese

 

 

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previously unpublished
© 2017 David W. Parsley
Parsley Poetry Collection

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Benjamin

Sky swelling with geese

The commuters amber rush

Each locked in his time

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Gatekeeper

Caution, falling rocks

anxious to journey downhill

Rain gives permission


from the black desert

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