Silence
How thanklessly the daybreak stands with hands
That summon the sun and the earth is stilled.
How tirelessly the evening crawls on bended knees
To call, and to bring us to silence.
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Blueberry Hill
The blueberries crawl
From a blueberry tree
Where the blueberries call
To a blueberry sea.
And the blueberry sun
Sticks its head through the sky
As the blueberries hum
And the birds skitter by.
And the blueberry waves
Tap their toes on the floor
As the blueberries laze
By the blueberry shore
And the blueberry crawl
From a blueberry tree
Where the blueberries call
To a blueberry sea.
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Deborah Gordon says “I am an aspiring Sussex-based writer of poetry and
prose and have been writing since the age of seven. My style is quite
eclectic, however my focus falls mainly upon the
Philosophical/Spiritual aspects of life and I love the concept of
movement in poetry. I have had recent work published with Inclement, Phoenix, The Journal, Garbaj, Sarasvati, The Dawn Treader, Fire and Again Last Night. My first collection of poetry The Bluebells Pray (Indigo Dreams Press) is available now.”
