Michelle Claus Poems

With borrowed beauty in my youth
I curved along appeal
withheld my gaze from gazing men
and tossed my hair, aloof.
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purple bits by wind
are gathered from branches, tossed
petal confetti
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When the paint brush tip kisses the canvas
all human anxiety dissolves.

We want this kiss.
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Wild, even my hair will not submit -
flies feral from its follicle
and in the wind, maniacal.
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A sweaty, surly recluse,
With a cigar dangling from his lips,
Polishes the vast concave telescope mirror.
When he’s done stripping away
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one shovel, one pail
one corner of the sandbox
Turrets and Spires
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On Easter Eve
afar came near
a shooting star
it did appear
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four hummingbirds alit upon the feeder
four hummingbirds, whose wont is war and greed
they sipped their sugar-water somewhat sweeter
cooperating, sharing – fair, indeed
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I’ll season my typical limerick
with saffron’s equivalent, turmeric,
which smells really nice
in a bowl of hot rice
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Hokusai painted
two tiny sparrows on one
grain of rice, barefoot
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