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Listening

I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a poet.

If poetry is the manifestation of the mind’s abstraction, plotted like a garden on a fertile page, Coaxed to grow, with lofty intent…

Then no, I am no poet.

But if poetry were a byproduct of listening-

-to Heart

-to Earth

-to You

And the words glowed in your mind, Like stardust And refreshed, Like lilac dew And the result was an anchored breath on a rippling soul…

Then I am alive.  Alive.

Alive.

Tasi Alabastro 2013

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