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Daydream Drumbeat

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.

I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid rainbow's colored, striped design.
I also appraised sleep products, as botanists do royal rose's genetic line.

I rated beds for luxury hotels, and mattresses for their medical benefits;
As grape butterflies keep blooms yielding, with ensuing riotous clematis.

Familiar faces of friends were welcome, in waning shadows of afternoon,

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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.

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An Open Shut Case

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were very vital, so I helped customers each day,
To choose materials, colors and styles, like modish spring's latest display.

I adored inspecting the final product, and its impact on the whole house;
As butterflies, greenery and blue skies, incite rapture for motley crowds.

Opaque doors always fascinated me, being portals of frenzy and mystery.

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Love is Blind

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.

I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.

I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.

I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;

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A Fragrant Bed

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

asleep in a bloom
on the lake of pearl moonbeams
water lily dreams

green frog in black night
drifting in rock-a-bye dark
where stars make their mark

moonlight tiptoes soft
on cool petals of the pink

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Becoming Colors

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk with the spirits, and also relate what they were saying,
To the ones left loving and lingering, like peach rose on jade vine, swaying.

Although the certitude of ESP is often debated, some people do possess it;
Like the mysterious biennial appearance of Mars, to plum skies, so scarlet.

I had long painted for a hobby, and lovely colors had ever fascinated me;

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Lush

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Rhododendron poof
and purple fumes fill my world
Lavish, rich nature.
Maroon like the dawn of days
greeting the sun's honey glaze.

Saffron finch descends
to join the elegant crowd
vast and varying
in colors of the rainbow

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Incaprettamento

by George Payne

For as long as we can remember,
seeking favors of protection,
our kind has buried innocent

people alive: to protect borders.
To project strength. To prevent chaos.
To pray that the gods will not devour

us with their wrath. To honor the dead
and to raise new life from the hidden

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Schopenhauer’s Spell

by George Payne

On more cynical days,
I struggle to find much
difference between us
and the cicada broods-
the ones that wait hundreds
of years to emerge. The
difference, perhaps, is
the time it takes to wake.
Are we asleep for millions
of years before hatching

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The Hills

by Stanley Chepaitis

I was looking into the hills,
tracing out the sadness in their ancient contours,
as they watch the madness of this chattering world
with silent, hidden eyes.

I was listening to the hills,
straining to hear their silence
over the noises of traffic in the valley,
hoping, if I could,
that it might tell me of their sadness.

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