Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Debate
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unknowable pondering
unthinking utterances
inexplicable exasperation
minus massive doses of reality
missing obvious opportunities
with songbirds returning
aurally dancing emotions to life
melting frosty hearts
soothing unconscious aches
sighs from the skies
helping everyone
listen
March is calling
for systemic change
naturally by the rotation
of a planet
hanging in space
teeming with love
offsetting hate
waiting on guesses
open for debate
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Colors
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waist deep
in wrinkled fabric
we see Peggy’s cow
slowly wading through colors
shaded by late-hour daylight
the air becoming thickly visible
fence lines just blur
hissing crickets whirl
sounds like boomerangs
fast echoing threads
dancing interwoven beats
sight unseen
playing havoc with the fade
blues and greens
merge between steps
as reality emerges
in the dust
settling
on its brow
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Forgotten
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coming in for a landing
in a dream
of a dream
with a receipt
that had notes
scribbled around the margin
layer upon layer
of life
float past
a drone’s eye view
great things spread out below
destined to fade to dark
slowly, though
seconds pass between each drip
leaking a history of memories
long forgotten
particularly the ones
that could have explained
everything
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Possibility – Revisited
First posted in April of 2013. I was doing a review of old images and this one resonated anew for me this morning…
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Words on Images
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Winter
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winter
dawn
snow
flakes
falling
piling
deep
everywhere
white
frost
ice
crystals
growing
blowing
melting
freezing
silence
squeaky
cold
bitter
biting
tracks
footprints
drifts
breath
clouds
dusk
gray
monochrome
darkness
stars
stillness
winter
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Hugs
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he still remembers
when she didn’t offer that hug
he wanted the most
loss of connection
can be worse
than never connecting at all
erosion implosion
feeding backward emotion
spirals intertwined
smokily lingering
longer than matters
except matters of the heart
follow special rules
and their own sweet time
quietly divine
energy field lines
spine-tingling kinds
minds can’t forget
what cells still recall
embodied realities
toppling over
in a free for all fall
long after lights out
when dreamland pulls back covers
to mystical worlds
featuring hugs
unconfined
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Circles
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I’m not on that train
tonight
the names have faded
through the years
but ideas they had
linger
a splotch that doesn’t decay
one that looks like a rose
looping rings
roundabout circles
dissolved crimson
sweet and warm
luscious even
triggering vague memories
of a feeling
about a time
when everything was
teeming with possibility
drifting
toward a horizon
that will never arrive
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Epitaphs
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what’s that
in my inbox
an unexpected gem
undeserved
stirring
offsetting the news today
another artist gone
all that’s left are songs
thank you, Christine
for singing
for writing
and recording
somewhere in the universe
there is a balance
we are waiting for
of all the imbalances
voices come and go
resonating echoes
lifetimes
memories
fortunes
spectacles
roiling along crooked avenues
and gossiping shamelessly
about matters
that don’t
while reality writes
epitaphs
for all of the rest of us
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Relative Something 