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ta petrodorf’s dulcet

squamish rays of pleiniff

timbre pitch ta realm

to exquisite fulgrims

of expansive joy.

*********************

come daybreak—

come glorious light

of early suspanto

a boondolfin of rapture

ta likes of which

*********************

will remain unmatched

for a lifetime

of wrain,

forever tributes

to Demartis,

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elmulfous

benefactor,

ruler of every tract

of telacious land,

every hillside, every stream,

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ta lowest valleys,

ta highest illiams

ta swiftest trumpas

ta mightiest neerorums

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life forms, deeply skweedle before her

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shE riDeS tHe BuLL

wItH dEft aPLoMb

hEaViNg leFt To rIGhT

nO wAyWaRD fAkEs

No hiDdEn sLIGhTs

nO dUcKs, nO bObS

hErs iS tHe will

tO eNdUrE tHe fight

tHeIR bArBS mIGht RanKLe

sTiLL

shE cArRiES oN

LEaNiNg in tO wHaT

sHe kNoWs iS rIgHt

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My poem, Outer Space, was inspired by a quote from National Geographic, and is now online. I received my print copy a few weeks ago and I think it’s gorgeous. So very pleased with the results.

I hope you’ll check it out. Thanks!!

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Gauzy recognition

vague eureka moments

Ah! This is what life has to offer. 

Then ~ blink.

Dingy gray-tones surround us.

We press onward,

arms outstretched.  Eyes wide open.

The foggy dimness ever present     hovering,

waiting.

Curl up, surrender, trudge on ‘til death?

No.

We hope, anticipate, strive for more

always more.

Reach

            for more.

And, still, more again…