Sun and Moon 11
nochebuena[1] – a star spreading crimson fire
girasol – bright mirror to his golden face
colibri – hovering on a whirr of wings
am I less than a flower or a bird?
if my fingers could grow feathers…
if my face could sprout petals and leaves…
hollow bones whistle a sad song
the sailor lost at sea
the wanderer asleep in foreign soil
both far from home
[1] Nochebuena / Poinsettia; girasol / sunflower; colibri / humming bird.
rogermoorepoet 
The final lines – sometimes we feel like that even at home. Fantastic series! Love that you posted it here. I am finally catching up. 🙂
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So glad you like it, Meg. The Sun and Moon poems are the first of the Oaxaca Trilogy. I added a fourth prose book to the poetry. Two are up on Amazon: Sun and moon and Obsidian’s Edge.
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Yes, you sent me the Obsidian’s Edge and Obsidian 22, which I haven’t yet begun. (And the unpublished prose poems – if that is the same one you’re talking about?)
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I thought I had. That’s the early version of the whole sequence with the prose poems an original print-out. The two volumes on Amazon are revisions of the earlier text.
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Aha!
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I agree with Tanya. I also like the face growing petals. Posted a review of Monkey Temple on Amazon. Jane
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That’s great, Jane. Thank you so much.
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You’ll have to enter my beelwort contest http://www.janetims.com
What is ‘beelwort’? …. best answer wins a copy of ‘within easy reach’ …
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Beautiful…if my fingers could grow feathers…if…
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One of my favorite lines, Tanya. So full of wishful thinking in a time full of hope.
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I can see why. You did it justice with your poem.
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