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Poem – When the Tree Speaks My Name
Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of solid green and brown slivers. The front porch is covered with maple and oak leaves, spider webs and left-over wood that was cut for fires. What used to be a driveway is now in the beginning stages…
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Poem – Random Thoughts
Across the western landscape clouds roam with scattered shadows. What beasts must I endure to find my way, my path. Only abstract from life, from nature. I am nature. Source of art from the unconscious. The white canvas, an empty field waits with silent anticipation for the first brush. Where does “it” come from? The…
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Pain
Pain is a nasty companion and sneaky. Weeks pass with no sign of him or his shadow. Then he visits. But gently. Starting with a morning headache, slight. Some throbbing, moving through each hour of the day. And the first day stretches into another as a restless nights sleep compounds the consuming constricted veins that…
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I walked in the Valley of Shadows
I walk the valley of shadow and darkness looking for you, not your physical self but the essence left behind by the deeds and missions you have accomplished and completed, the sacrifices you have made and the self shaped through layers of experiences, yet we know the real person beneath.