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Pouring Peace in Every Flavor

The fountain loses volume
as it runs.

Its glorious effluent
rains simplicity.

Everyday, every-drop miracles
fall in random perpetuity.

Dripping ledges
feed the desert of a soul.

It's how the blessing comes that matters,
not why.

Sprinkling the root of hope with love;
a bead of needed touch, a sliver of a well-timed smile.

As a storm in winter, white noise snows
on a complex world.

Standing in blanketed silence
gratitude is realized in clean, white crystals.

A quiet confidence expands
as a vapor in the warming afternoon.

Impromptu springs,
jagged edges everywhere drip the purest melody.

Blooms burst from seed, and fruit from flower,
pouring peace in every flavor.

© Brenneman T. December 3, 2003

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Habit

Just because you get away
doesn't mean you're free.
The truth in what you do and say
will catch you eventually.

© Brenneman T. December 10, 2003

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Scene In Death

That's what I'll surely do in death,
resist the mockery of life it's left.
With words on pages yellowing,
I'll stir your memory, create a scene.

© Brenneman T. December 22, 2003

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Open Window

Sleep with morning sky in sight,
with an open window, dark to light.
Give breeze of dawn access to cheek,
wake to sound of chickadee tweet.

Best to live life without shield,
No capsule but the edge of field,
no canopy but leaf above,
no blanket but the sound of dove.

Mansions pretend poor man's retreat,
stealing passion, warming feet.
In nook of tree is where I dream,
in rich warm shadows by gurgling stream.

© Brenneman T. December 18, 2003

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