Like Arrows In Quivers

*Short Poems


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Like arrows in quivers

the Sun's silver slivers

in rippled rivers

glow and shiver





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The Path of the River

I am bound again, just as they said I was
It's clear and beautiful blue hue becomes forever cloudy
A bird's chirps become distorted by the rain and thunder's cries

I walk alone the path of the river
Alone accompanied by my footprints only
Till the crow comes to bring yet another question
This I can't ignore, for the world will shiver

And the steam shall arise from my next decision
and the never's and forever's again will pour the air
I hope to hold on to whatever is left
The sun can tell another day, to become my true vision

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2 Spirit Wind, Healers

All Paths Are Holy



When the Spirit Wind shivers
the great flowing river
with light arrow slivers
from the sun's endless quiver

do quiver



Though often reviled

their powers

and then

temporarily reveiled


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