Décima of Forgotten Miracles
We often ask for divine gifts
eyelids sealed and clasped fists, we dare
requests or wishes via prayer
while missing beauty that exists
surrounding us, we must cherish
like tangerine hue of sky’s dawn
lyrics from your favorite song
warm embrace of one who loves you
the flavor of the sweetest fruit
or image drawn with child’s crayon
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Décima of Inspiration
Inspiration sends me her words
bestowed as colors to mind’s eye
anticipation of foci
hues received, but first feel awkward
brushstrokes flow and canvas altered
painting her picture with my thoughts
beautiful image becomes plot
my hand depicts this on paper
result is poem, I am maker
her last word is written, I stop
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