Saiom Shriver Poems

The rhythm of raindrops
The roar of waterfalls
The river's running over rocks in constant cheer
The onrush and receding of ocean waves
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a vision of a woman
in the hospital..
a live bird trying
to escape her rib
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DECEMBER TWENTY EIGHTH

the feast of the Holy Innocents
.. those 2 year old baby boys
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Sunwands turn rain droplets into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds acknowledge heliocracy.
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When God greengrows it's rarely in rows... awry the rye rises...unruly
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Out of the sea the sun aborning Not adorned but all adorning
With His awesome light of morning Says to you 'Come! My Mavoorning! '
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Spiraling blue spruce spires... their steeples point to blue star fire.... the Breath of Spirit moves their lyres
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The mathematics of masters
is that they need no mammon,
no medium of money
to materialize, to manifest
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