Judy Ponceby Poems

The words

are slow
...

I discovered a star
shiny and bright.
It burned from within
with glorious light.
...

Xenophiles see it all the time.

The transubstantiation of matter
causing hysteria among every culture.
...

Stark against steel gray sky
Steeples rise sharp
Grazing lowered clouds
of hazed vapor.
...

She rises from a limpid pool.
Silvery beads cling to flesh
Clothing her in brilliant shimmer.
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The pillar of the community
leaned against
the door frame.
...

Close your eyes.

Immerse yourself
in
...

Aged patina of ivory keys.

Chipped at the corners.
Black and white worn.
...

Dragon slain,
Vile creature,
Pillaging our home.
...

Hammer hard
Fire bright.
Pounding metal
With all my might.
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