Author Archives: nancy marie davis

bow down

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cold shovel hope

planting in october earth

the leaves of summer

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rest

beneath

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leaves

of summer

✠  for junie jazz with tspoetry

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Love ✠

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visual

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I’m thinking i might just go visual for awhile…

and post only photos.  I was inspired by darlene’s simple flicker post.

Sometimes it’s nice to visit a blog and find that there is no need to read.

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ashes to ashes

dust to dust

glass

sand

ocean

rust

heart to heart

gather stone

cheek to cheek

blood and bone

tie a ribbon

hoe

mend

back to back

end to end

touch my heart

feel my soul

make me new

growing old

fall in love

then fall out

make amends

turn about

bend my ear

twist my arm

make Love

do no harm

 

 

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the train

 

 

he sat on the train

moving between cities

that all looked the same

next to him was a man in spectacles 

with a five o’clock shadow 

appearing long in the setting sun 

reading a plotting poison pen letter

as they passed over the miles

of neatly trimmed hedges

and buttoned-down backyards

lined with the well tended rose

and he wondered how long

it would take to reach the farm

and if elizabeth

was a good name for a cow

 

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my poem for may play, at tspoetry

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sweeping arch

half-moon curve

bending 

curling

surrender

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revelation

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Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, 

as clear as crystal,flowing from the throne of God and of

the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city.

On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing

twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month.

And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 

No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of

the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. 

They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 

There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a

lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. 

And they will reign for ever and ever.

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photo: letter . by haojan

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i saw the figure

in a rose coloured gown

rocking

on the porch at dawn

buried in a hard bound book

back bent

as if the words were to heavy

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for every day poem mayplay

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beauty

i have always wanted a body to adorn me

i think that will bring to me love and acceptance

even my own

though i never thought i had beauty

i still desire

i compare my body and labels and trivialities 

my body is in the process of decay

now beyond denial

i detect life within

and perhaps

a Love resides there

some kind of beauty grows there

God is taking away dead layers

allowing new birth within

my soul is His

His garden

i know

the layers will go

 

 

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our souls

so delicate

and yet

everything

we are

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i am a woman

past the sell-by date

no glances my way

it’s okay, i guess

i mean

it’s not like

i was ever all that

fresh

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soft howling 

bloody lonesome

was the wind

around my head

quiet down

now

quiet down

my heart

will hear you

and i can’t go 

around moaning

like a school girl

in love

with the

notion of

warm breath

and first kisses

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