SOLITARY GATE
Gate, solitary unto itself,summer cloud puffed
from existence
in expanse of blue sky --
no fence attached left,
no fence attached right,
only the gate.
If one should exit
from one side to the other,
would neighbors see
a crazy person going through
a gate leading nowhere?
Gazing about
with Alzheimer’s amazement
or disappearance where the one
stepping through experiences
lilac-scented landscape
lush with ponds rippling
in fish movements,
butterflies tickle
upraised hands,
meadowlarks sing
your entrance through the gate
solitary unto itself.
ORB TWIN
Drip drops
into puddle,
emerges
in a blink
as orb twin
surrounded by
ripples echoes
into conglomerate
surface.
Bionote
Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life, nature or an overheard phrase and to write. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in "Philadelphia Poets," "Home Planet News Online," "The Evansville Review" and other literary magazines.
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