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Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind is relentlessyou continue walking into the headwind. I see pieces of you fall away and in turnthe fragments begin following you. I close my eyes and see a version of youthe you of another time. Each fragment…
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Poem – Reflections on What Proceeded Today
In the last few hours of the year.Superior is awake and talking. Waves are heard before they appear as bulges in the sea,crashing on rocks unable to freeze. The old cabin windows rattle and shake,before settling down until the next wave arrives. Pine and cedar branches weighed with snow,bobbing amidst the cold onslaught. Trees standing…
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Poem – Rain
When my mind becomes scattered, when each of the thoughts I held in my core is lost to the wind, I seek out answers and resolutions from the natural world. On mornings when the grey sky covers the sun and the forest lives in its own green exterior, the cold air lays upon the skin,…
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Poem – Awaken
I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready…
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Poem – A Reflection in Time
The child stares into the mirror of the adult he is to become and both wonder why. the adult sees a child running through sand ahead of the waves and the look of amazement when birds take flight the child sees an adult lost black eyes cold and the look of bewilderment when he realizes…
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Poem – Destiny
As the rain subsides and the sky fills with birds I am left with a fragment of who I was yesterday. That is to say each day we are given the chance to change to shed what is not needed and keep what we are destined to be.
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Poem – Who am I?
With the lazy moon early in the morning I opened the door into the waiting darkness and startled my shadow hiding near the trees. I ran toward where I thought it was and dove trying to catch a piece a fragment of this image of who I thought I was.
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Poem – Fragmented Days
The more we hear the more we turn away from the voices carried from beyond the horizon on broken winds as each day chips away at the armor. Thoughts scatter through the empty field past the tree line and I stop at the border. What inhabits the forest I cannot see or hear? Days broken.…
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Poem – Broken
I am broken and beneath the evening sun my pieces melt. In the moonlight I am made whole again.
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Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept in their midst while the sky turned and the sun left this space beyond the trees. (2) In the depths of dreams I saw the clouds move slowly across the empty fields and at the beginning or…