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Air
Weaving amongst all we breath life
into and out of being beings breath.
Greens exhale our needs, us theirs,
in balanced exchange we thrive,
hosting each others’ history,
supporting each other’s stories.
In taking in we give with our out.
We are designed to act as one
being breathing.
Spirit
we are infinite are we
bound is each to other each is bound
beginning a thread started before our beginning
bringing our essence to all with our living
expanding life with our sentience
seeing, believing, being
they say god
resides here,
after two.
Fire
Burn bright my lovely
for flames fight consuming cold
pursuing passion.
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Earth
Grow from the ground up, dirt of others’ bones.
We here are not the first nor the last just yet,
know this and understand we walk on ancestors.
Walk lightly then for they brought us here--
and we will join them, paving children’s play.
Respect our playmates, past and future both.
All deserve a time to grow strong amongst kin.
Water
Waves of emotion expand bodies’ boundaries
washing away dividing lines drawn in the sand.
You, you inspire me to swell and to recede and
to swell again, storming the land, wetting it
with emotions only oceans contain
covering the world in their forgotten majority,
fluid filling our minds, nourishing
and heaving us amongst fellow feelers.
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Noel Patoine © 2009
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1 x 1 x 1
One
Life.
2 x 2 x 2
Harnessing Strength
Working
magic,
forces
controlled
3 x 3 x 3
Dark Side Spinning
We forget
the one we
do not see,
before four,
trapped in tri-
angling,
they say god
resides here,
after two.
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4 x 4 x 4
Knitting Bones
This thread I’m left
clearly reveals
remembering
is all I do...
anger fills me,
frustration gnaws,
hope replaced with
disappointment...
endless circles
spinning apart
any story
I try to weave...
tighter I hold,
further I slip
away, always
unraveling.
Companion Haiku
Grasping needles I
knit new sweaters with friends here,
across the table.
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Noel Patoine © 2009
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Expanding
When asked
which word,
like Eskimo snow,
deserves more
definitions,
I replied,
“Love.”
For surely we
need not be
defining our lives
so narrowly
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Being Love
Drinking dandelion love I swoon,
wine so stout I eat the moon,
wishes parachute when blown,
seedlings scatter to be sewn,
Memories fling me back in time,
days of gathering fields of shine,
golden suns small enough,
filled our wagon spilling trust.
Joy just being being born,
fun in games we adorn
with wondrous eyes still glowing bright,
we have grown to take flight.
Soaring walking dancing glee,
finds this being loving me.
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Keys
Energy drains through me where does it go
Out to the world to help it grow?
Tired, I rest from the weary road
Setting down my heavy load
Baggage collected from years of hurt
Laying there prostrate in the dirt
Raising I find myself refreshed
Grabbing my keys I leave the rest
Strolling with friends who help me feel
I’ve once again found what is real.
Desire’s Alignment
Provocative meaning so thinly veiled
trains derailed, - revealing desire of love
honest illusions created in play
brought this woman to this very day.
Focused attention so carefully built
reworks past words and perspective spilt,
to action restores - adding an inter
boundless emotion from chalice now pours,
bathing a world waves rock fleets long pining,
traveling tracks laid by choices aligning.
Love Life
Begin with beloved.
End in ecstasy.
After which,
Meaning births life.
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Noel Patoine © 2010
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Noël Patoine was born and raised in Sutton, VT. She found formal education at Riverside Day School, St. Johnsbury Academy, Connecticut College, The Williams/Mystic Program and Bard College. Having survived and thrived her adult initiations she migrated to Providence by way of Mystic where she’s found her niche and friends who love her.