Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Echo
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that echo
of a bird call
sounds so far away
yet prominent
in the predawn silence
that almost defines
this time of day
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Walking
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walking past
time and again
vast
breathtaking
occasionally not there
figments
fog reality
earth tones
vibrate
resonate
landscapes
differentiate
vistas
barely separate
dreams
fading fast
slip away
simultaneously filling
yet creating
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an abyss
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that is nothing
a feeling
fleeting
delicate
hesitating
anticipating
heavy
hammering down
brute force impact
flailing
for purchase
a foothold
lackadaisically looking
for some step
that destiny dictates
should come
next
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Perception
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time is short
time flies
time is fleeting
days just disappear
laughing
as perception
morphs
to fit our curious course
pretending
what can happen
along our chosen path
could matter somehow
to anyone else
who hasn’t ever noticed
what light looks like
reflected in our eyes
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Quiet
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feeling quiet today
sort of exhausted
mentally
physically tired
weary of dry weather
but last night it did rain
ready to ponder
instead of create
though they’re actually both the same
accepting quiet
can be an art
the sparking of a flame
seems my fire
is burning slowly
my tiger
behaving tame
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Summer
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summer nights
of comfortable warmth
thick with adventure
an irresistible force
carnival rides down at the fair
where 4H kids primp prized livestock
race cars blaze around a track
pounding a thunderous powerful roar
deep-frying grease
mixing the smells
beckoning foods festivals sell
driving home
all the windows down
familiar tunes blaring
through half a dozen towns
to bonfire smoke
wafting toward the moon
full as it is
on its perigee
amid voices recalling
fond memories past
fireflies flash
summer’s breeze blows
moments in time
now mentally froze
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Relative Something 