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- Poetry
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- The Wayward
Dove
- Far across the
vast expanse,
- Sits a wayward
injured dove.
- Her wings are
broken,
- And unfolded,
- Her beak is
pale,
- Her eyes are
closed.
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- Frozen, limp
and drained,
- She huddles,
- Silent in the
frigid snow.
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- A Whisper
- Whispering
your name,
- I call out
into the dark.
- Are you there?
I ask,
- Anticipation
gripping me.
- Of course my
love,
- Your voice
sounds back,
- Where else
would I be?
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- Words Best
Unspoken
- Words spoken,
Can never go unsaid.
Hearts broken,
Can never fully mend.
Tread light
upon the path of love.
Or endless night
Shall descend from far above.
Wrapping each
Fettered, broken soul
Within the touch
Of heartbreak's wretched hold.
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- Wander
- I've wandered
my whole life in search,
- of my
unconnected whole.
- With longings
and desires,
- I could not
control.
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- Then there you
stood,
- A shining
light,
- a beacon to my
soul.
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- My essence
drinks,
- From your
loving cup,
- My heart feels
over full.
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- Thanks be
given,
- Praise be
raised,
- To the one who brought you home.
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- Farewell
- Your mortal
light has faded,
- Your path lies
bright above,
- And though
your desire was not to go,
- There was no
choice but this.
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- Our light
remains within this world,
- Holding onto
yours,
- And as long as
our grip is strong,
- Your essence
will endure.
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- We wish, we
hope, we pray, we yearn,
- But alas to no
avail,
- You cannot
help to travel on,
- And we must
say farewell.
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- Passage
- A right of
passage follows me,
- and sings its
winsome song.
- The path lies
here before me,
- It's echo
pulls me on.
- The road ahead
is narrow,
- I know not
what it brings,
- But the future
is a splendid place,
- Amd that is
where it leads.
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- Aurora's
Borealis
- In thoughts
northward I wander,
- Questing for
life in the ice.
- Whiteness
abounds before me,
- The ground, a
snow covered cloak.
- Gusting above
the horizon,
- Aurora's
Borealis, aglow;
- Dancing, . .
.spinning, - afloat;
- Green and
blue, white and red,
- They haunt the
upper cosmos.
- Hanging like a
painting,
- waiting for
display.
- Their beauty
lies before me,
- Their
brilliance blinds my sight.
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- From a
distance, a voice returns me.
- Saddened, I
only sigh,
- Knowing that
tonight I'll return,
- To Alaska,
- The home in my
mind.
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- Bound for
Home
- Old bent rims
rattle on, along
- brown grooves
etched in the dirt,
- that lead to
the land of home.
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- Loons warble
from the tree tops,
- echoing across
the sky,
- bringing back
the sounds of home.
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- Forget-me-nots
envelop the hillside,
- billowing
their aroma through the wind,
- inhaling I
smell the scent of home.
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- Curving around
the bend, up the drive
- it looms, in
the distance,
- the house that
once was home.
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- The doorknob
turns,
- and there she
stands,
- the woman who
made it a home.
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- Bread bakes in
the oven,
- pies cool on
the sill,
- watering my
mouth with the taste home.
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- Joyous
raindrops fall from green eyes,
- knowing that
all is well,
- knowing that
now I am home.
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- To The
Future
- To the future
this I sing,
- A tale of
lessons taught.
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- From the pas t
the future rings,
- The truth is
endless sought.
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- Let our
children learn,
- and live,
- Their lives as
we have not.
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- For from our
errors,
- They should
learn -
- From our inner
battles fought,
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- In hopes that
someday they will live -
- Their lives as
we have not.
~*~All poems on this page were
written by me, Roni Alsman, and are my sole property. Please do
not reproduce them for any purpose without my written consent.~*~
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