Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Gift of gilt and silver,
Amber, glass, and enamel
Wrapped about in
Gold filigree.
Ancient wedding brooch
From Tara,
Eighth century they tell me.
No need to write a poem about,
Poetry in itself.

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if i come to you
will you understand my desires
are the same as yours

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two people in love
closely intimately one
kept so far apart

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i would say the words
but my touches say much more
if you will listen

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life is tough as nails
enduring long ending fast
life can be fragile

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Water bathes in one way,
The wind in another.
Each is cleansing,
Each whispering tales,
Hints and suggestions
Of lands and people
Far away and near.
Wind neath the sun,
Caressing the skin,
Arouses feelings akin
To those of a lover,
And a desire,
Like making love,
To slip into
Nature's arms
Once more.

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How many books
Are crammed within my head,
Stacked upon the shelves of my mind,
Gathering dust until, taking them down,
One by one I turn the pages,
Read a page a paragraph
Stop and consider the words
Echoing in my brain,
Demanding to be with their friends,
To go out and play.

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night is for hunting
take rest in the heat of the day...
advice to a wolf

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naked words reveal
innermost desires and loves...
i have no secrets

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bare feet on the ground
sun and wind upon my skin...
in nature's bedroom

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the stars have their names
humans cannot understand...
shining without us

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Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Pictured: The Tara Brooch, a Celtic brooch made in 650 to 750 AD.

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