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Poetry - On a Lighter Note
Playing with the rhythms of words and the rhythms of human life.


An Almost Ode to a Paper Clip
Simple, they call you, not
quite in derision,
nor in jealousy –
perhaps in awe that you
were created with so little
and you do so much.
My papered life
is held together
by you,
you connect so many
pieces of my existence.
Double bent with your edges
tucked into parallel lines
you remain hunched,
even in your youth, until
we straighten you out long
and thin into greater
simplicity – a metallic line
that digs and penetrates
into the unreachable
or bends into hooks
or other


Night Dance
Squiggle, squiggle tadpole free
swim in circles round the reeds
feasty feast for hungry fish
squiggly tadpoles fill his needs
Ribbity, ribbity, froggy frog
sunlight dance on surface bright
ribbiting through the water warm
ribbity, ribbiting in daylight
Harumphing toady toad belly big
harumphing loud at the starlight
horn bellowing old horny toad
making such noise this dark night
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