PART ONE… Thematic
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It seemed (in a dream)
That I saw many orchids
Drowning in the rain
A petal blurred horizon
Seeking deeper clarity
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But unlike fish
My originality
Swims without gills
Writing one breath at a time
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Believing always
That words will land on the screen
Understandably
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I step gingerly
On slick stones and cross the rill
And when I look back
The stones remain as they were
As if I’d never been there
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Perception varies
In a shifting atmosphere
Despite what I think
These yellow chrysanthemums
Seem washed white in the sunlight
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Certain small verse may
Elicit surprise or doubt…
So what! Let them out
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Let poetry be
An ever-flowing runnel
Finding its own path
Meandering streams have their
Reasons for meandering
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Let poetry be
A sharpened samurai sword
Piercing through all doubts
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Let poetry be
The perfumed breeze of evening
A naked presence
Slowly exposing a souls
Aching desire to know God
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PART TWO… Stand-alone
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Structured writing is
Like balancing on a wire
Hoping not to fall
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Crashing white lightning
A commotion of sparrows
Snagging fresh insects
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Little brown spider
Struggles in the wash-basin
The sides are too steep
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Unless he’s dreaming
Even the greatest archer
Cannot hit the moon
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Her freckly young face -
Like a map of unknown stars -
Melts an old man’s heart
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All the noisy crows
In my pomegranate tree
Please go peacefully…
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richard lloyd cederberg
6/2017

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