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Robes: The Art of Being Covered and The Air That I Breathe
Robes: The Art of Being Covered and The Air That I Breathe
Robes: The Art of Being Covered and The Air That I Breathe
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Robes: The Art of Being Covered and The Air That I Breathe

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Together in one volume, revel in poet Linda Trott Dickman's 

"Robes: The Art of Being Covered" and meditate upon 

"The Air That I Breathe"-

a gift to the reader who wishes to see the world, and themselves, 

through the introspective and spiritual lens 

Linda's poetry provides.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 3, 2021
ISBN9781637770696
Robes: The Art of Being Covered and The Air That I Breathe

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    Robes - Linda Trott Dickman

    Robes

    ROBES

    Robed in terry

    Robed in grace

    Robed in flowers from every place

    Robed in wonder

    Robed in snow

    Robed in travel to and fro

    Robed in music

    Robed in trees

    Robed in silence, exotic breeze

    Robed in joy, just us two

    You in me

    Me in you.

    FACING THE CINDER BLOCKS TOWARD WINTER’S END

    1.

    Scabs of snow

    picked off by the sun

    revealing the raw.


    2.

    Tatters, dissolving

    melting, torn off by elements,

    carving a new line in winter’s hem.


    3.

    Dried, frail plastic encasing

    something much heavier,

    holier. Weak yet flapping

    praise with each gust,

    a great gaping concrete organ.

    WINTER FAREWELL

    Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

    ~ Victor Hugo

    I am at a loss with this long dialogue 

    in which we are still engaged.  

    You linger like a rejected lover, 

    hoping for one more

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