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Poem – Christmas Star Dust
Snow lays upon the grassesscattered across the fieldsof peace, hope, and love. I stand here beneath the late...
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Poem – Connections
Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...
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Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust
The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and...
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Poem – Into the Storm
Following the untouched path filling with snow,the sky and fields begin to merge. The surrounding forest becomes muted...
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Autumn Thoughts
Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect,...
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Surviving
Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst....
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Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as...
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Poem – Taking the Path into the Darkening Sky
Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields surrounded with autumn colors. I was not...
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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...
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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...
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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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 – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly...
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Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...