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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."

Good Heavens

Synchronicity or Mysticism: Why did I drive five miles through town at a certain speed then turn into our driveway, get out of the car and at the perfect moment, look over the spruce trees to see a V of … Continue reading

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Escapees

On our maple tree what — half a million yellow leaves? Into autumn’s wind two yellow leaves flutter floating free butterflies.  

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Amazing Affirmation

“Hi James. I was a student at Orme at the very first fine arts festival. There, you recited a poem that I have been searching for, for years, titled something like “When I Die.” Can I find it in one … Continue reading

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Robin’s Holy Nest

Robin’s Holy Nest Journal Note. 5:30 PM, May 27, 2017 In our crab apple tree, this robin on a branch pinches grasses in its beak, then hops into seclusion of covering leaves; among leaves she pops up her head and … Continue reading

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Sensate Exercise

Poetry Saves Lives — SUNFIRE — Six Senses Sensate Exercise Journaling Workshop, April 22, 2017                 (c) 2017 James Ciletti “Art is a spiritual ambassador.” Barbara Jatta, director, Vatican Art Museum My name is:_______________________________________and I am a Sunfire Writer. Welcome to … Continue reading

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I write the lips

I’m reading The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen, number 13 in the Pocket Poet Series. The final poem in the book is entitled, The Are Not Many Kingdoms Left. The first line: I write the lips of the moon on … Continue reading

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Please close the window

“Honey look! The crab apple tree, all the pink blossoms.” “uh-huh, achoo.” “They’re so beautiful.” “uh-huh, achoooo!” “The window is blowing them into a pink shower.” “Ahooooooooooooooooo!”

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