leonard daranjo Poems

From its quiver, the moon
sends silver arrows
Into the sea
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O Beautiful bride of mystic darkness
your hair does scorn the night
When moon-light mingles with your tresses
O what visual delight
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There are times
when I hate to have to
meet people;
times when I just need
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I see my dreams in a crystal bowl
They are the reflections of things
Both weird and strange
I have dreamed of dinosaurs
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Peace on wings, a hawk
Circles serenely beneath
Waves of bubble-wrap clouds
Below is the lush green
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Every word of a poet
Is like a chip of stone
Dislodged by a sculptor’s chisel
the form in both cases
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