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Tag: poetry
The Dreams
Welcome back. I guess you never left, huh?
I didn’t invite you here.
This is my mind- the place you roam, though you’ll never know its streets.
It is daytime here, though you and I are star-blanketed.
All the underground thought-lings come out to play now.
You’re dragged along.
And I am played the brand-new season of a long-dead drama.Read More »
Recurring
Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-
The Stirring
I can tell it is coming, for it’s already here-
love like moisture in humid air, about to rain down.
Whispering through the rustling leaves, tickling my ear,
anticipation comes long before thunder sounds.
I can tell it is coming, for it’s already here.
As vividly felt as transporting scent-Read More »
Trust
You think I’m being emotional, (and I am going to use the word but,
but don’t stop listening,) but when I start to repeat myself,
it’s because I don’t think you understand. And you don’t think I understand
that you do, but the times I repeat myself are the times that you think I’m emotional-
that I’m saying something that makes sense but doesn’t really matter.Read More »
Lumberjack’s Return
This, the point of the yellow-green crayon-
the grass of this light, not too bright clearing,
the trees circled ‘round like an audience
or perfect fence, this somehow bigger than recalled
but still small enough to cradle us,
place of our memories.
Still, with the hunch in my shoulders I sense
a peripheral silence. Sure enough,Read More »
The Speed of Slow
I want to know the Speed Of Slow;
I want to know To Never Know,
to have no Known Idea.
I want to know the beat that peace makes-
Rhythm played
by feet of horses towing Amish buggies.
I want to taste the fruit of labor, ever savoring the flavor-
honest scent that never says nor once implies
that man can fly through time and never
whispers that the times are flying either.
Equivalence-
Movements…
I want to get from creek to peak remembering that every moth
that I walk past is passed by in the sum of beats that leave its wings
while in my presence-
wholly as it should be and only as it could be,Read More »
Letter
Innocent,
adorable,
exactly like a lie,Read More »
Agony
O Lord!
Someone, stop it!
The thing I would end if I could but I can’t
because I am not in control. God,
help us. Why do you let this be?
For I have heard the roar of an inhale exhale human distress
twice. I have held despair that can’t get up
off my lap, have seen anguish,
and I do not have I can I should
not, not. I, why-Read More »
the shore
back forth in out
up slide down
the earth the moon the tide the waves
a tireless barista
wet dark sand beneath
white foam cappuccino
sea
always busyRead More »
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