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Length of a Day
Read more: Length of a Day*art and poem by Carmen M Gray Length of a Day Dormant slumber Amidst the hushed quietude Stillness holds a transformative potency Like the young century old trees And the watchful view of the Stag Bathed in the faintest moonrise light All of us captive To the sun Telling us to lean into The length…
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Autumn
Read more: AutumnArt 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
Read more : UpUp 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
Read more: Why PoetryWhy 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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Undivided Wholeness
Read more: Undivided WholenessUndivided Wholeness by Carmen H Gray She stood upon her pedastal A sculpted hand softly pointing to The sinewy branches of a dormant tree Two separate things in a sea of bones Within a field of green grass A nascent bluebonnet blooming underfoot Reminding me of the undivided wholeness Of space and time…
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Rose of Mary
Read more: Rose of MaryRose of Mary by Carmen H Gray Dew of the sea Rose of Mary I saw a brand new fairy On a wilder walk today He fluttered around the fragrant bouquet Amidst the palest blue bloom Heavenly scent, verdantly strewn Transformation before my eyes A sign of promise in disguise And off he went without…
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Rain
Read more: RainRain by Carmen H Gray This morning’s misty rain Reminded me That in these last two new days of the year So much has been gently cleansed The kind of purification that you might not even notice Like walking down that same hallway In that once familiar building That housed so many hopes and fears…
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Flow
Read more: FlowFlow by Carmen H Gray i sometimes feel I drift between two worlds one is where time is not a binding entity where cataclysmic waves are waiting to be traveled fearlessly and the sky is fully present broadened chances that aren’t hampered by clouds heavy with water molecules the other is some projected world…
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August 2014
Read more: August 2014August 2014 by Carmen H Gray When, then, did I begin? Was it in the darkest peak of that death? Or was it when I found that opening? A deep and hollow gash The natural result of an unforeseeable crash? I do not come with a timeline Or a rolodex of recipes Neatly filed…