Michelle Claus Poems

(When my son and I studied world history together, we enjoyed the legend of Alexander the Great. In that spirit, I composed this poem.)

There once was a Macedon lad
Whose mind was a trifling mad.
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Ocean
lashing the rocks
sculpting my savage coast
where vagrant seagulls loiter and perch …
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Are you the wind that ruffles
a silent day?

I was walking,
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Equinox
I’m perusing the aisles of a local retailer
as if strolling through the blossoming rows of a flower garden:
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An attitude of ending
is the engine of my craft.
All my days, my hours, my now
I’ve been jotting on scraps -
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My poetry walks barefoot along the winding unpaved road
where beautiful people peddle smiles
that tell a story older than language.
Where sundry patches of fabric
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Amid the stars and mystery
We all record one history
And tell it to the universe
With voices brilliant and diverse
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life is wingspan, we
transcend our mending temples
hawk-aspiring
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I am alone
even though
Earth is billion-peopled
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Parentheses around my mouth
belie my inner age.
This middle stage of life, in truth,
is rather like a cage.
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