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WENDY STERN - POEMS

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  • EARLY POEMS

    • Continuum
    • Darshan
    • Hardship
    • Missing Andy
    • Misty morning
    • The challenge
    • Travelling
  • POEMS 2013

    • Angles
    • Blood of a woman
    • Bubbles
    • Disbelievers reign
    • Fingertips
    • Learning to Die
    • Melancholy in solitude
  • MORE POEMS 2013

    • Planetary remorse
    • Powerlessness
    • Sometimes
    • Sometimes life stands still
    • Target
    • The Compassionate Breath
    • The darker years
    • To the Buddha
    • Trapped on the inside
  • POEMS 2014

    • Behind the Scenes
    • Can't Make the Change
    • Devoted
    • Dying softly
    • Every day
    • Faith
    • If I could
    • In the space of a breath
    • July Rupa
    • Losing you
    • Loss's fool
    • Nina
    • November
  • MORE POEMS 2014

    • Pieces
    • Pieces of suffering
    • Re-envisage
    • Shallow waters
    • Slowly, slowly
    • Steps away
    • Take
    • The Executioner
    • The gift of the Dharma
    • The healer
    • The last time we touched
    • To all that is left
    • To all those of us
    • Too many walls away
    • Winter's beginning
  • LATER POEMS

    • A simple wish
    • Blue moon at my window
    • Exhaustion
    • February days
    • Impermanence
    • Poem for someone called Wendy
    • The gap
    • Why? (Dusky blue)
  • PUBLISHED POEMS

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    Fingertips

     

     

    A street lamp

    In the distance

    And a

    Wet again, wet again, wet again

    Night

    And we have

    Branches with fingertips

    Made of gold.

     

     

    Nightness

    And raindrops

    And the swirling, swirling, swirling

    Wind

    Making

    Branches with fingertips

    Made of gold.

     

     

    Tiny flecks of light

    Spin

    In the

    Circling, circling, circling

    Gusts

    And we have

    Branches with fingertips

    Made of gold.

     

     

    Sheer darkness

    And a street lamp

    And a wet again,

    Wet again,

    Wet again

    Night...


     

     

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