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Poem – Beyond These Eyes
Past physical limits. Out of fingertips reach. With eyes closed the world opens unto itself, consumes itself until the ground beneath feet is gone and we stand in the vast emptiness the space, black with eyes open, yet filled with light when closed and walk upon vibrating building blocks toward the middle.
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Poem – Daily Observations from Lutsen, MN
Daily observations from Lutsen, MN #1 Rocky shoreline, we walked with Leroy following closely behind, grows when the sun sets and the superior water becomes frozen and black. #2 Across the blackness there is space, inhabited, desolate, empty – except today when I see each stone and each snowflake. #3 Starlight from galaxies is ancient,…
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Two Winter Poems
A few zen moments as I took the snowshoes through the woods and to the hill top overlooking a nature preserve and frozen ponds filled with crisscrossing deer tracks. (1) In winter’s depth We scan the frozen lake’s shoreline glowing beneath the sun. In winter’s depth The white landscape Keeps her secrets and Resists the…
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Poem – Mourn
12/18/13 I do not mourn the loss of your soul and energy; rejoice, it flows all around and carries us through times of distress and doubt. we mourn the loss of your presence, your heart your smile, and your laughter.
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Book Teaser – Beyond the Border Kingdom
The poem below is a teaser from my first collection that will be published in a couple of months. I am finishing up the selection list and completing the final edits. It will be titled “Beyond the Border Kingdom” and is an attempt to look beyond the daily struggle, the lack of answers, too many…
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Poem – LHC
the search is on the game has begun what is this matter we swim within? where did everything come from? many answers are sought to questions we think are rational, reasonable, and in reach. are we prepared or aware for the opposite? for the answers that we do not know? for the remote possibilities for…
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Poem – Untitled #2
(1) When evening light scatters across the horizon hidden behind the treeline moving to the wind and free of clouds, the orange disk fills my eyes with a field neither land nor sea but made of light and our feet walk gently upon this, though I do not see you my hand holds something and…
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Poem – Untitled
(1) Are you up there looking down? What do you see through pure eyes, pushed back from the experiences and beyond the cancer? (2) I wish to hear your voice, the voice that lifted me through childhood. (3) I pause to catch the next breath and with closed eyes think of you.
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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…