Category: Poetry
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Poem – Direct Dreams
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…
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Poem – Tomorrow’s Lesson
As my years here have grown, and the world around shrinks, the uncertainty of time increases, and if I only learn one thing in this life, it is this: Cherish today, the people, animals, trees, right here in your grasp, as tomorrow they may slip away. Tomorrow may arrive, or it may not.
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Poem – Fragile Thread
The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep reds. Each drop’s ripple in the pond, each leaf that falls through wind and rain a reminder of nature’s course in time and the fragile thread we all cling to.
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Poem – Beneath the Setting Sun
When I see the evening sun gracefully fall into the forest and the last rays sweep across the sky I hear the slow progression of cello and violin as the music makes room in me for these rare moments and feelings of peace. I have been down that road many times in this life hoping…
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Poem – Autumn Wind
Shadows from high-clouds in the early afternoon pass over our faces soaking in the autumn wind.
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Poem – Captured Halos
The black morning hides tall pine trees rising against the star filled sky. The silence broken only by the canines response to the pack of coyotes and their screams. A heavy mist hugs the wet ground and stones glistened with the slightest light. Through the drifting smoke the scattered sun brings to life the forest…
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Poem – Pathway
I see a life in the distance away from here and this moment of loss. I see a change on the horizon away from the struggle and terror. I see above a way forward through the pathway to the heavens.
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Girdwood, Alaska – Rainforest
Into the rainforest we walk with soft steps, silent voices, and open hearts. Morning rain seeps through the tall trees and the mountain side is shrouded in fog. Deeper in we cross wooden bridges over creeks following animal tracks, we examine stones laced with scars, and we marvel in being here, part of something larger.…
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Poem – This Planet
Beyond the fields of flowers reaching the horizon, another field exists reaching beyond the stars. This home, this planet floats in the endless expanse of space though fields of time and gravity. We harvest the land and pull sustenance from the earth, while we gaze upon the heavens and the possibility of other life.
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Poem – The Ancients
Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand years Together we embrace as the fire Fills the black sky with our own universe And the reflection of the time we have endured And the souls we have emerged as on the other side. Standing side…
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Poem – What is Left
I see shadows drifting behind the trees. Across the wetlands dogs bark, a warning of coyotes stirring about. Jets crisscross the empty sky bathing in evening light. As this day closes and the night takes over I am left here in the darkness with the exposed version of myself.
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Poem – Silent Awakening
Summer. Days of long hot sun, the wind scorching exposed skin and throwing sand and twigs everywhere. Summer. Early mornings when the sun first reaches above the pine tree tops and the light squirms its way through openings in the pole barn roof, tapping on closed eyes. Slowly the whippoorwill across the seasonal creek is…
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Poem – In Unbound Dreams
In unbound dreams steeped in limitless colors the machines sleep. Metal skin glistens as another day begins, as our held breath releases. We start with the same promise that this will be the last day and we will stand here united. On this war ground with the rising sun we circle the sleeping machines…
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Poem – Beneath the Surface
I keep it within reach just beneath the surface. It is always awake with eyes open watching me and ready to arise at the simplest command always there beneath the surface. Time has not soften the beast. Time has not taken away the power. Over and through the years I have learned to control when…