WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY


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My Father

He paved highways– only

after they were worn down– or new

and “bleeding” with black tar–

that seeped upward.

 

He drove miles and miles

across the state– yet his spirit

remains parked on the driveway of my heart.

 

Welding horseshoes and

collecting barbed wire.

Always on time

never veering from routine.

 

The Bull of Taurus

strong, sturdy, and wise.

A raging bull

A bull fight

throughout Spain’s spirit runs.

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My Father 2

My father never abused us.

He raised us

as good women

to work and graduate

to stay independent

role model for me and my sister.

 

He wanted us to grow into

pretty young dandelions

into beautiful carnations

We’ve led a life of situations

 

complete love in Daddy’s hazel eyes–

my moon and sun and hero

the cloud beneath my wings

My pottery reminds me of him.


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My Father

He paved highways– only
after they were worn down– or new
and “bleeding” with black tar–
that seeped upward.

He drove miles and miles
across the state– yet his spirit
remains parked on the driveway of my heart.
Welding horseshoes and
collecting barbed wire.
Always on time
never veering from routine.

The Bull of Taurus
strong, sturdy, and wise.
A raging bull
A bull fight
throughout Spain’s spirit runs.


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The Puffin

I was born here on this ledge
high above the waves

but the puffin family
hearing the waves far below
I am unused to the chatter and squeaks
of my new family

The clamor of the kittiwakes as they come
raiding the eggs
the mist closes in, too early to spread my wings
must snuggle down into my brothers and sisters
who also have escaped the egg

The day comes when parents,
having retired with enough tiny fish
hanging from their beaks
somehow I know now it is my turn
to launch myself from this cliff
and the bare shelf of our nest.

The air throws up a veritable sheet
of solid wind, as I spread my wings
and try sliding to the waves below

down here stormy petrels skim the waves
I glance up and catch a glimpse
of an albatross soaring on wind currents.


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Star Light

If I were a star
I would love to light your way
so that I can bedazzle, entertain you
show you new and different places
to go. I would sing to you, laugh
with you and play with you.

When you go to sleep looking
at me and my friends, just remember
we know where you’ve been
and we know more places to go.

If I could talk to you I would stop
talking and let the sound of my tinkling
and twinkling comfort you
so you can dream for yourself.


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Fire

Everything I touch turns to ash.
I try making friends with everything
but I’m unwanted.
To be synched by thirst.

From the smallest spark
I grow to the biggest monster overpowering acres.
I don’t wanna be a monster.
I wanna do good.
Do it up right.

With my goodness I create the most powerful gift to humans
cooking and feeding each precious soul.
Celebrations.
I fly high in the sky and with a loud “smack”
different vibrant colors, “Pop! Crack! Smack!”

Light from my rays lighten up the world,
the universe like a star.
I know I’m good but there’s days when I get angry,
I know I lose control.
But when I’m in control I’m beautiful in  my own way.

No matter what, I’ll be me, just don’t make me angry.