Ann Mckeeman Poems

i chase myself…
restless amber thoughts dancing through the corridors of my mind…
the tattered memories, threadbare, worn …are able still
to exert a vise-like grip on my heart…
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leaves scattered across the soft waking earth...

moon shine..sun beams weaving blankets..weightless formless glittering with their own
illumination...
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today the trees are in full leafy glory
their varigated greens a blanket nature-knit, stretching before my devouring gaze…
flowers bursting, a slow and sensuous rainbow…
bushes erupting, gleefully adding their hues to the unfolding symphonic balance…
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..better a solitary stroll,
with a gentle breeze
beside the forest stream
than lingering doubt
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…walking down the paths of my heart…
i find no pause, in the stony garden there….
nor roses scenting the air…
but…
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as the day releases her grip on the weighty verdant nature of things..
and as night slowly comes to take her hand there, at dusk- calm cool and waiting -
he so fully expansive dressed in moon light and perfumed with the decadent odor
of the crushed flowers of summer's days...
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WHO ARE YOU?

(i am me, i am who i am, i am she)
(i am a name which shall not be named)
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mid morning clarity
amidst warming day
brings subtle peace
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they who have seen me
disheveled, waking hastily to attend to something pressing
raw, roots showing, nails removed because I am preparing for surgery
made up, perfumed, bejeweled and dressed in stylish clothes
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with stunning precision
life's knife wielded
upon tender flesh...
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