Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

the woman inside
passionate wanton lover...
aching to be found

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Words take the place of things,
For, not having this or that,
To show or give,
I scribe marks to tell
Of things known,
Imagined,
Despised,
Desired,
Things touched or only thought,
That each of us may know...
Or not, but, seek to learn of,
And so, I make marks into words,
That others may interpret,
Thoughts hidden in our minds.

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behind broken clouds
sun yawns makes his appearance
shuts off his alarm

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what do the trees know
youngsters when compared to rocks...
i listen to both

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bathed in summer rain
nature's love upon my skin...
each drop a caress

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so far from water
yet i can hear and feel it...
ocean in my blood

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in silence of night
echo many memories...
vivid in the dark

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How stony still the figures,
Of these lovers stay,
Caught in euphoric ecstasy,
Forever exchanging love
Which flows eternally between,
Inciting a stimulation,
A moving current
In each observer,
Moving embodiment of the
Two lovers in sculpted embrace.

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Each day, I turn my back to the sunrise
Only to find it taking over the sky before me.
So it is with so many things we try to ignore,
They happen anyway, forcing us to deal with them
Unexpectedly and without preparation.

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Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Statue of a nude woman, Cincinnati Art Museum, photo by Donovan Baldwin

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