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Dwight Lyman in Outdoor Poetry

Kiss

On the other side of the hill
I found the Queen Anne’s Lace
as it swayed in the dying wind

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Door

Atheism is the door to the religious heart
in all its unknown majesty, this surprising result
defies the synagogue, the steepled church
the preacher…

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Leaf

A brown leaf scraped at the window pane
just when I
had thought I had lost enough to cry.

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Battlefield

There is an island in my breast, all snowy
with whiteness, frosted in tons of billowy
coldness of pain, and hurt of a cold wind blowing…

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Muse is the Antidote

My poetic muse has always been an alter-ego, chastising me for being too much in my head, too cerebral. Looking back over…

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Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose
A red, red rose is she
All day long beneath the willow boughs
She suavely swings my baby

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You’re the One

I do not know, I do not know
Which way the wind is going to blow
It may blow West — but I know this
You’re the one I want to kiss

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Willow Love

If I hold to the soft light
and you to the sad
what makes it such a wrong ‘right’
that we should be glad

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Potency

I am the wind. 
I am less than the wind.
I am a tree. I am greater.
I am an ant with strong ant arms.
I am a weak flower, a little violet, with…

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What is Outdoor Poetry?

Outdoor poetry is meant to be an expression of the natural singing spirit. Our bodies desire to burst into spring and…

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Outdoor Poetry
Outdoor Poetry
The human body wants to move and dance. It expresses itself through music and cadence and sound. Outdoor poetry seeks words which escape the mind and its endless self-reflection, words which ground us in the body that dances.
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