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Poem – Night Becomes the Day
The empty fields will breath darkness until giving way to the increasing light. What today is hidden in shadows will slowly be revealed. What will you see when the night becomes the day?
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Poem – The Scorched Field
Across an empty field scorched with morning light I see shadows dancing along the treeline filling empty spaces. Is this my field? I remember little prior to this moment as winter has settled across the land and in the depth of winter we retreat into the awareness of self. I seek warmth from the shadows…
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Poem – Searching the Earth
Surrounded by more questions than answers the day continues the race from yesterday. Searching the earth for clues, a sign, some semblance of another part of ourselves, perhaps one that has answers, one that has been down that path before. We scrape the dry hardened ground and find nothing. Hands steeped in dirt the afternoon…
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Poem – To the Darkness
To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast moving clouds – I will meet you in the empty fields filled with ten-thousand lanterns and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.
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Poem – Winter Sky
The winter sky holds the empty field waiting for the snow shadows to fall with silence and with peace.
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Beyond the Border Kingdom – Poem 7 Posted – Snowy Field
From the collection”Beyond the Border Kingdom“. Into the Wild Beyond Here The Border Kingdom Concrete Supernova Reflections Remains of the Day Snowy Field
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Beyond the Border Kingdom – Poem 6 Posted – Remains of the Day
From the collection”Beyond the Border Kingdom“. Into the Wild Beyond Here The Border Kingdom Concrete Supernova Reflections Remains of the Day
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Poem – Empty
With an empty mind free of obstructions we can see and hear everything. Each leaf in the tree canopy – each breath across the sea – each grain of sand. Walking across the empty field we hear each foot step and see the wolf before it sees us.