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Teach

Teach by Carmen H Gray I rushed to sort it all out: 14 years of 28 gone by As I piled more things to the side for goodbye There wasn’t enough time to go through it all I glanced at the artwork, left lonely on the wall I sighed and I conjured up all that…
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I AM-NESS

“The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson I Am-Ness by Carmen H Gray I Am-ness is letting the whole be made up of all…
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The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello

drawing by Carmen H Gray The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello by Carmen H Gray I’ve heard it in my dreams As if he called to me His voice in that same living tone Of her beloved instrument The sound waves echoing from our distant past An expanding ripple of spheres That reach across…
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Truth Teller

art & poem by Carmen H Gray Harbinger of Truth Night Scout Spirit of the hidden realms You called out Before dayspring with its auspicious, tender light Caught me, heedless in my faraway flight Who? Who? You asked And I heard the question Though I found no origin Surrounding my perception What were you…
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Dark Night

Art & Poem by Carmen H Gray I wrote the poem below 25 years ago. Found it today rummaging through old things this morning and it inspired a self-portrait.…
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70,000

70,000 by Carmen H Gray (art by children, ages 10 and 11, while staying at a respite center run by the Catholic church in McAllen, Texas) 70,000 is a neat number Rounded up for sixty-nine thousand and something beyond fifty Easily divisible by two Until you keep dividing in half Eventually you reach fractions of…
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Sundays in Autumn

art and poetry by Carmen H Gray Sundays in Autumn Sundays in Autumn are alive In and amongst the decay The burnished rust revealing That even an exquisite crown Moves from its gilded beginnings To evidence of archaic vulnerable venerability All this I see with a deep inhale and an exhilarating sigh That great oak,…
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Autumn

Art and Poetry by Carmen H Gray Autumn The clouds opened up in October Fay beings in my garden All of the old souls summoned from the cold, misty northlands Landing hither and thither On that one flower that overshadows me It grew from seed, you never know what will happen When you send seeds…
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Up

Up Before I took you there I just knew it was the place We had to travel together A steep and rocky path Crowded with ferns and lichen And a few old trees But you pointed out All of the new growth As we spoke of Trachtenberg math And you told me how He created…
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Why Poetry

Why Poetry My poetry is influenced by nature, math, science and art. I had an opportunity to study Emily Dickinson at Amherst in the summer of 2017 when I won a grant for the National Endowment for the Humanities. She has always been interesting to me, both her writing and her life. I resonated with…
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