Margaret Ann Newcomb Poems

I wonder can you hear me.
I thought of you today.
For a long time.
Sometimes I come upon myself just standing,
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When I was a kid
I was sure that you said
of a man with unlimited skies
was awarded a gift
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Words gather
floating together.
While some assembly
is necessary for fluidity,
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My friend asked 'What is God to you? '

I said 'It's the light in our hearts that compels us to love.'
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To scramble up the steep brambled
Hill that is your heart is peril.
Gentle, delicate peril.
The scratches and poison of your past
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In a sudden storm
the raindrop snaps her fingers
while the flowers sing.
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Obsession squeezes out most other thoughts.
Imagine all the life left out.
The universe bouncing off your head.
And your world, a pinpoint,
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I lost him in the sun.
And here he is, come again to laugh with me.
'Look at this' he screetches
pushing up and up.
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Driving across Hood River Bridge,
I note how much I love being
suspended above the water.
Perhaps because I cannot
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