Joyce Chelmo Poems

He walks reverent
on stone paths in
the Garden of Seiryoji
where nature’s
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Leaning against the door frame
holding myself,
watching the coral sunset.
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He likes to reconstruct
every poem he reads....
until it fits his style
of rhyme and meter.
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my family used to visit
an old bachelor
who lived in a cabin
surrounded by birch trees.
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bathing stress away
the phone rings
i plug my nose
sink slowly
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I was thinking about
how I love the way
a wheat field looks
when the wind blows;
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It starts somewhere deep in the soul
like a growl,
and when you find your voice
it becomes a scream;
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Her brown eyes peek
through leaves cautiously.
Sudden movement frightened
her into this forest hiding place.
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She’s like a long stemmed
crystal glass of crimson whine,
sat on a tabletop and a pebble.
The slightest vibration
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