Category: Nature
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #18
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring…
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Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly fall into its shadows.
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered my chemistry, my core and will reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow, I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget? Now I am here today,…
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would…
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Poem – Stars
And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant energy we only feel drawn to what we do not yet see. Paddling through stellar dust we travelled through star nurseries. Something on the other side draws us closer as we lose track of the passing years.…
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Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly enveloped us. Towering pines scatter the August afternoon and we run through fallen needles and shadows. At the end of the day we rest in the native grases and watch butterfly wings open and close.
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Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
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Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the forest, allows us to be within.
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Poem – In the Silence
In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that already fill my vision. And I seek truth to my purpose that has played out for hundreds of years. What hands move the pieces in this universe? What hands guide the universes along the surface of the…
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Good morning from Leroy and Vinny
Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time go? I would like to say that I was in the midst of some grand adventure, but that would not be true! Life. Just life happening, and dealing with the daily grind, the obligations, and the 9-to-5.…
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Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run across the empty fields. Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam while bird songs emerge from the tree line. High bulbous clouds assume many colors as the sun reaches higher. Leroy lays at my side sleeping…
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Poem – Horizon
Spring has filled in the once barren forest and we witness the green waves rolling toward the blue horizon.