Carol Mays Poems

The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
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Upon hearing what you heard
And relayed with such devotion,
The soul arises as a bird from a puddle,
Shaking off its present adsorptions,
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In the eye of many whirlwinds
Stays a deep, dark pool,
Tranquil and translucent,
At the vortex of Being,
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We long for relationships
that know no borders,
in which hearts can roam free,
frolicking with each other,
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The light once so bright
In the humble dandelion,
The power that amazed us
In the migrating birds,
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Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
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Some time ago, on a somber day,
I suddenly sensed a channel
through which I could swim to the sea—
the grand, radiant, infinite sea,
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Something's wild in the woods tonight—
Something crisp in the breeze.
There's some sweet scent in the shadows.
Hundreds of creatures, hiding out
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Soft as mist,
slowly advancing
in shadowy silence,
sure-footed, steady, she
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Dance, Ladies, dance! —
By the light of lanterns.
Let your red skirts swirl
Like the tops of carousels—
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