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Patricia May Neiderer

Patricia May Neiderer

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dead leaf hanging

yellow flashing
white laying
brown reaching
gray creeping
blue floating


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the reflection

if i mix red and blue will it make
or a fragment of the odor
it could be the base
or nothing at all
the wash between cycles


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this time

shuffle reshuffle
cut . reshuffle
picking different cards
this time
placing a crinkle


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over coming

taking life as a child
with ease of wonder
dropping the emotions
that life bestows
will start the healing


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lemon drop

the skin of the fruit
peels the silver wrapper
off of the kiss, as i place
in your mouth
—the melting seeds


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the pitch of it

the words dancing with the notes
as you make the music sing
up and down
as they go around
per-sifted to fill the air


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would, could not

what is the focus
while the continuous diving
off the plank is performed
for art sake’s
the seeping in as moths


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eve's moment

placing a bandage on the little to
will start the thawing process
to increase the time left
place the spring in the basket
while dripping backwards


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the O of lovers

i tried sign language, the languag
they call it, the mating call, the
of the pelican to the penguin as t
and you see the light through the
and know that there is hope, waiti


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typing the soul

reading eyes, bleeding fingers
longing for the other
to put the salt back in the shaker
rearranging the letters to figure
the meaning of the words


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pink horizon

such imagery...
as i was coming home this morning.
then reading the imprints you left
lightly dancing on the soft pink c
over the white horizon in the mor


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Halyomorpha halys

moving to where the stink bugs nev
stink their stink around my nose
chew on plants to make them grow
clearing the way as we endeavor
to rid the world of the critter

combine

As the last note is played
and you consider the stalks
that are being beaten down
outside your window
and ponder the image in the mirror

v' words

a funny thing about poetry
is that you can paint any mask
with color and hue, of your choosi
weather belief or doubt or dare
will some times make you stare

awe-sky

as we dance on the clouds
you sing to me
spraying your colors
all around
reflecting your art


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connecting

until now
when the understanding
is felt while sifting
fingers through
freshly plowed dirt


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word rain

i don’t know where they come from
i don’t know where they are going
they have a mind of their own
they speak about UN-understandabl
i sometimes search for them


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ben jive

flossing with gold thread
as the kitty spills the milk
this idea might just work
caught in the invisible web
glares from the stares


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five-four

i weave the butterfly hairs
into your looks and they look
like feathers blowing in the airs
with no one to read the book
the tongue stopped by time

spiritual influence

as my thoughts turn orange
you see and cling to me
wanting to do
what you use to do
and now the physical is gone


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the wonder under

you have away of making three equa
mixing the blue and yellow to spea
measuring the depths of the roots,
putting the whole on the scroll
and sealing with the kings ring


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come out

with hardness of heart
great gnashing there will be
lost in eternity
if one came back
they would see


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one petal

the tender curls of the leaves
bring the gardener to his knees
to touch the softness, stroking it
it’s not time dear to go into hidi
stay and splay your beauty more


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a-sa-tan-wich

keeping us tipping
on one toe
always over guessing
looking through the hole
not sure if i have a soul

me-m(i)y-&-my-self

shy timid in a way that makes
the blood warm, beating as it pump
the words from the finger tips
creating it’s own world - to live
or dream of, the stars tell the st


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drop of paint

gentle caress of the
lavenders radiance
on the breeze’s
soft skin –aspire
the artist to

open-ness

emotions seared
without heart speared
like the mixing of the molecules
sweat and oil pressing together
distance gone with out setting a p


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sweet sting

broken perfection
siege-d by the hand
only to find - nothing
looking back in the mirror
the horror that races through


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eye of a needle

the freeing of emotions
how healing it can be
filling the holes of the soul
with the divine love –of GOD
truth correcting error


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pommy way

sliding hand through first to make
as i push through the pomegranate
hands caress the tight plump fruit
the juice absorbing into my pours
and i sweating it’s juice, we beco


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23

23 is for telling of the others be
22 is a good one to find
21 is in the counting, registered
20 times if added right, will come
19 penny loafers for sale


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clandestine life

with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze
it all ended, blown away
with out a care, for the other
what did he mean by that
when he wrote it with red pen


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a shade of pink

as if the razor couldn’t cut
or the rose had no smell,
but your nose was dripping
and a tissue was not in reach
of the umbrella that


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alleen

if only to have him see
that the inside of the marble
wont roll, tilted
but the pink of the rose
will go up the nose


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healing perfume

as the miniature knight races
across the snow covered branch
i will uncover your feet........
close your eyes
now open your mouth


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fluttering butterflies

the paths come together
and run side by side
some of us just wanting to hide
painting on plastic wrap
it will be such a ride


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