Dec. 1, 2011

Reflection

by James Collins (author's profile)

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Reflection
Time for reflection
No flowers to dream
Or commercials for interruption
No sun to scorch
Just a quietness for reflection
Moments when themes become scent
It's time to ponder sunsets
Holding tender moments—
With you as an anchor
My hands on my face
I hold this gaze for you
A moment in a place—
Where I want to be

—James Collins
Copyright 2005

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Upon the crystal blue
A surfer jumps waves
Then another until
A whole pod—moving rhythmically
No distinguishable leader—
Just silent echoes of pleasure
They tail a boat
As it offers an effortless ride
Perhaps to their feeding ground
Or to birth a few new humpbacks

—James W. Collins

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What says love
Hidden within flowers
Or chocolates in wee hours
Perhaps it's words of attachment
Notice a baby's constant cry
And a mother's ready feet
Her war is compassion
Up at odd hours
Attending to soothe

—James W. Collins
Copyright 2003

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