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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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Beyond the Border Kingdom – Poem 7 Posted – Snowy Field
From the collection”Beyond the Border Kingdom“. Into the Wild Beyond Here The Border Kingdom Concrete Supernova Reflections Remains of the Day Snowy Field
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Beyond the Border Kingdom – Poem 6 Posted – Remains of the Day
From the collection”Beyond the Border Kingdom“. Into the Wild Beyond Here The Border Kingdom Concrete Supernova Reflections Remains of the Day
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Poem – Extremes of Death
The open field is not empty as the ground is littered with remains of the day remains of the fallen. Boulders serve as markers as crude tombstones and in some cases a reminder of brutality and cruelty. We stumbled across fresh bones and the skull of a deer carelessly left and scattered the remains complete…