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Dark Night
Read more: Dark NightArt & 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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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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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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Life Twice, Again
Read more: Life Twice, AgainLife Twice, Again by Carmen H Gray Life twice, by and by The want, the wonder, the frivolous why The comings and goings of faraway ships Silvery musings forming inside of my lips Lips that once whispered youthful utterings While inside my belly where once there were flutterings A light has broken and shapes appeared…
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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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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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Speechless
Read more: Speechless“But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!”-from The Awakening by Kate Chopin Speechless by Carmen H Gray why didn’t you say anything? what froze your tongue? was it fear,…