Dorothy (Alves) Holmes Poems

For your birthday I pondered what to do,
What lovely gift would be perfect for you'

Should I send you a clown to make you smile,
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To dig holes to plant roses after
Weeding for an hour,
To jump with ease, in and out
Of the shower.
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I call him jazz
Because he is the music
My heart hears...
Like the slow rippling
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You come and go so fast
Like dawn
When I am star gazing,
Or clouds
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Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night,
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
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In winter I miss spring time rains;
In summer I miss the coldness of snow,
When the sun beams down I miss the clandestine moon,
Cool and aloof,
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Being satisfied
Is not the same as
Being happy...
Being satisfied is merely
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I wish I could walk
Upside down
And see the world
Like a circus clown.
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Ah, but she was lovely, she was lovely
As roses are, when renewed.
This time, instinctively he knew
She only needed to be nourished carefully
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Cruising down life's highway,
Wind in her face,
Looking neither to the left or right,
Sun at her back
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