Tag Archives: Writing

THE POETRY – LA POESÍA

And it was at that age ….. came the poem looking for me. I don’t know, don’t really know where it was, winter or stream. No I don’t know how or when, no, it wasn’t voices, was not words, not … Continue reading

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EVERY TIME I THINK OF A THING, I BETRAY HER

Every time I think of a thing, I betray her. Just having a thing before me I must think of her. Not thinking, but seeing, Not with a thought, but with the eyes. A thing that is visible exists to … Continue reading

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THE STEPS

Your steps, child of my silence, Heavenly, patiently arranged, Move to my bed with vigilance,    A process silent and unchanged.  

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FINDING HER WAY

I played when I should play, I laughed when I should laugh, & I loved when I should love. Finding a way to see came later.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – VIII

At midday at the end of spring I had a dream like a photograph. I watched Jesus Christ come down to Earth. He came through the side of a hill Becoming once again a boy, Running around and rolling through … Continue reading

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