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O Circo: Collective Poetry
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- Apr 28, 2016
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- 9781483443447
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Utilizing vivid imagery and humanity’s connection to nature, poet Don Metivier shines a light on darkness and leaves the world a better place through words.
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O Circo: Collective Poetry
Longueur: 194 pages
Description
Utilizing vivid imagery and humanity’s connection to nature, poet Don Metivier shines a light on darkness and leaves the world a better place through words.
- Éditeur:
- Lulu Publishing Services
- Sortie:
- Apr 28, 2016
- ISBN:
- 9781483443447
- Format:
- Livre
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O Circo - Don J. Metivier
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O Circo
COLLECTIVE POETRY
DON J. METIVIER
Copyright © 2016 Donald J. Metivier.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted by any means—whether auditory, graphic, mechanical, or electronic—without written permission of both publisher and author, except in the case of brief excerpts used in critical articles and reviews. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this work is illegal and is punishable by law.
ISBN: 978-1-4834-4345-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4834-4344-7 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015920548
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Lulu Publishing Services rev. date: 4/21/2016
Contents
Spring
Flycatcher
We Must Flow
Observe
Falling Stars
Cedars near the Church
I Missed My Walk Today
Beach Tokens
Firefly
From Where I Stand
At the Window
Invited to Sail
Indian summer
Black Beech Tree
Two Vultures
The Early Riser Finds the Path
A Winter Night Walk
December
Observation of Winter Storm Juno (January 27, 2015)
Enough of the Harsh Weather
Family, Friends, Love
New Love
The One for Me
Forever
Aquarius Meets Leo
Sharing Love
The One I Dance With
Forever in a Dream
Just a Moment Ago
The Night
A Place in the Thickets
Giant Rock Chasm
Where Two Walls Meet
Below Our Feet Lies
The Blackstone River
Be
String Theory
The Little Voice
The Present
Wanderer
The Cave
The Hole
I Write
03:23
For J. D. Salinger
Memorial Day, 2015
Holloman Air Force Base Crash, 1985
Military Loss
Resilience
They Come to Serve
Police Dispatcher
Don’t Answer the Door
Black Ghost Dog
Who Shall Relieve the King?
One Moment in the Mirror
Eternal Wormhole
Room of Scarlet
Spirit Seeks Life
Gray and Blue
Broomball Warriors(U.P., Michigan)
Room 309
The Coin
Murder So Clean
Want to Sleep
Oops!
Arizona Poolside
Pray for Time
Prayer
Seeking the Prophet
Look Not Far
Amends
Church Assembly
The Short Clock
The Flight of Sparrows
Without Thought
Finding No Reason to Live(The Tragedy of Suicide)
On Living
Rosemarie’s Spirit
St. Ambrose Cemetery
Be Grateful Where You Are
One Final Curtain Us Each
Not Always As Planned
Anxiety Attack
Emotions
Whatever I Do …
Uncaring One
Argument
Amicably
Daily Drudgery
Daily
Above, Below
Bittersweet
Woman of Sin
Simple Man
People, Like Colors
Try Standing Still
Saturnine Soul
Choosing Avoidance
Tiny Window
Indistinct
Another Life
Fluffy Blanket
If I Were a Flea, What Would I See?
Greeting Cards
Kissing Wishfully
Things
Human
It’s Viral!
Dragon
Point of View
What We Become
Dream
About the Author
Spring
Spring fills the earth with yellow, green, and blue.
Everywhere can be seen signs of renew:
Honeybees buzzing as they collect to and fro;
From blooming flower to flower they go.
Rains are coming to fill the ponds and streams,
Soft breezes blowing, time for dreams.
We sit on our porches in rockers and take life slow;
Children play games in the street below.
Gardens bloom, and we drink lemonade.
The price of winter has long since been paid.
Now it’s golden and sunny and bright;
Soon the sounds of crickets will fill the night.
Stars will fall in our open windows as we sleep,
Lighting our memories of the days we keep.
Everything is possible, and all is new in joy,
Rebirth, hope, and new energies to employ.
Flycatcher
Fluttering brown on wings of air,
She doesn’t seem to mind me here.
Flycatcher sings her song: "sree-pee!"
Curiously, she moves about me,
A flash of agility indiscernible to the eye,
Perched proudly on trellis with a butterfly.
In her beak she now displays her prize,
Captured insect below her dark eyes
Still fluttering with its own wings—
Food for her young, she soon brings.
Orange and black her prey:
There will be a feast today.
Quite the silly display she makes
Before to the air she takes.
To her nest there squeaks a tiny one—
Baby flycatcher, visible in the sun.
Beak so small and very black,
Nested smartly to fend from attack:
A moment here, the next gone,
Calling sree-pee, protecting her newborn.
Natural life in full motion,
Fluttering brown wings of commotion.
We Must Flow
Let us flow like a river,
For that is the key
To get by the stones,
To nourish the tree—
The tree of many branches,
Reaching to possibilities.
O, wonderful moment,
Filled with life’s mysteries—
Nothing blocks path and way.
We are truly fluid and set free.
O, tangled web of reaching arms,
You point to directions simply
As the water finds its way
In life’s puzzled uncertainty.
The living tree lends guide today,
Offering each of us a journey.
Observe
Golden branches sheen,
Stamen of sea green,
Pollen for the bees.
Cool, quick breeze,
Shedding petals:
Dandelions, stinging nettles,
Cherry blossom trees.
Life after the freeze;
Cloudy skies high,
Seagulls float by.
Block the sunlight—
Still, all is bright.
Trees darken patches;
A robin egg hatches.
Green and brown earth
Smell of grass and dirt.
Birds sing and flirt.
Time for a T-shirt.
Time to plant the flowers,
April and May showers;
Earthworms rise,
Bird’s surprise.
Mother bird in nest
Feeds as her babies rest.
Motorcycles ride,
Many people outside
Busy with overdue things,
Kept by winter’s offerings.
No longer concealed,
Wormwood now revealed.
Ants build a tall nest;
They never seem to rest.
Their mounds crest.
Bustling here and there,
They rush to repair.
Blessed signs of life everywhere:
Observations as I visit here.
Falling Stars
In the evening, stars fall inside my open window,
Tiny dancing maidens with promise,
Sprinkling me with wishes come true.
Like moonlight bits, so very fine;
As they settle upon my cool flesh, they whisper.
Like gentle raindrops in my mind,
Come in the morning’s light to deliver
An earthen-surfaced mirror of glass,
Covering all in folly and fancies to behold,
Calming scents of new and old.
Cotton puffs drift in the skies and converge;
A spray of sun gives my eyes rainbows,
Each color more precious than gold,
Reaching to the ends of the earth’s whole,
Gathering everyone under one umbrella.
Gentle winds brush my
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