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Through The Window
Miles long cloud columns extending from the setting sun on this summer evening. A partial view of something so beyond myself, my place, my sense of being that it becomes the start, a first chapter of a new journey, I am finally resolving within to accept and wrap tired arms around. I vow to wait…
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Something is Missing
What the hell happened to spring? Winter has quickly left our thawed memories and spring has sprung for the time being. Thoughts of rolling white slopes turn to the chaos of natures pointed words. Soon the skies will be filled with dark clouds from far reaches of open fields, across the plains of northern lands,…
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Home
To know my place here, the culmination of past, present, and now – requires awareness of my roots, where I came from, the events and experiences dictating the path. I now accept the path I chose, each bump, each divergement, even the occasions when the path ended at the blue cliffs overlooking the tumultuos waters,…
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Beyond What I see
Soaring clouds of orange and purple streaking across the limited view I have from here. Yet I feel their motion. I feel their strength. And in that strength I see them moving beyond their origin yet retaining their roots their source. In the beginning of each story faith is instilled and the truth is prolonged…
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Rain
The sky opened. Beneath brimmed hat I smiled. If I cannot have snow, bring me rain, Washing away the earths veil of winter. Spring’s palette overrun with grey before hazy blue makes an appearance. In the evening I am engulfed within warm orange and purple light.
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“Marya”, Early Years
Deep black eyes partially hidden by disheveled hair draped across petite shoulders beneath black leather jacket. Leaning against a chain link fence, the face gives nothing away no indication, no hint of the inner struggle. Each image one piece of some story, each word formed into sentences into paragraphs. Arms at each side, long fingers…
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At Sea
The midnight sun greets each sailor lost at sea, searching for a port sheltered from the wind-swept ocean off the coast of Brimnes. A swell battering against the hull… Knock… Knock… Ancient trees, glued together, forming the skeleton of my vessel cracking and swaying its moan echoes across the ocean the lighted gateway shimmers across…
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The Meeting
Two beings stand at the Infinite boundary between The sea and the fields. To each only minutes have Passed and the 20 years of Silence was just yesterday And what was still is. Hand in hand they now watch The sunset and its Reflection in the azure waters.
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A Dream
Black, white snow sparkles, blue tinged calm air cold as we are bundled clear sky, no clouds can be seen. I am hiding inside a snow cave, I turn to find you and an avalanche begins, snow and ice fall. Time passes, I turn to find you another avalanche begins. I let more time pass,…
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Fragments Across the Empty Field
He longs for home of which he is unsure, what that home entails, where the road begins. He left. In one sense he had never arrived. Long nights turn cold. The belly of this beast emerges with bared teeth and claws, leaving two choices: accept the proposition, or move outside of yourself. Tiny fragments…