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Poem – Another Life
In another life, defined by just one different choice, I walk next to you as you lead us along the shoreline – bare feet sinking in wet sand, the early morning filled with a grey mist, seagulls, the whisper of waves – near the pier a rock pile surrounded by seaweed and cold coean foam,…
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Poem – Of Tide and Time
Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek What is life if not transfixed within this brittle shell A miraculous brilliance juxtaposed With so little time within a fragile hold This cell This Heaven This Hell Do tell But not of beliefs and fancy fair But what is right here And now And how And what…
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Poem – This is Life
(1) ocean waves crash against the rotting pier yellow tape snaps where the line sheared jagged pylons protrude from blue sheen holding the August sun captive slow steps in wet sand waves wash my feet deposit shells, stones and starfish. a pale crab emerges scurries behind the boulders. summer drags forward through the molasses sands.…
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Poem – As Years Pass
A quiet moment as the sun sets. Fields emerging from thinning snow. What is distant is near – train horn and coyotes cause us to look over tree tops into the horizon. Logically I know the concept of time, a forward motion from here to there, from present to future – a progression – time…
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Snowshoeing on 03/02/14
Snowshoeing on 03/02/14 I follow the packed trail others before me have taken. Winding through pine, poplar, and birch, it hugs the rocky shoreline. Up and down over boulders and outcroppings, the trial heads deep into the woods before I stop. An abandoned building overlooks the lake. Trees tower over the skewed roof and poke…
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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.
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Poem – The Orange Sky Burns
The orange sky burns cloud timbers graying and ashen purple smoke escapes the embers, blue sky becomes more rare succumbing as the fire spreads from the horizon toward the moon and venus. Columns of fire support the sky upon a platform of gray clouds between each blink of an eye the boundary, a division, moves…
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Poem – Oblivious
In a dream the sea stopped calm and clear the ocean floor of seashells reflecting the morning sun and we walked along the shoreline hand and hand the last day together.
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Poem – Deconstructed, part 1
The sea laps at empty shorelines. Rocks cast empty shadows. Tree leaves fall through empty space. Ground swells erupt across empty fields. The faceless moon speaks of empty origins the billion year story. Wheat and corn stalks gather snow flakes from an empty blue sky. Where is this? A cylindrical vessel floats off the coast…
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Summer, morning walk
An early morning walk in the calm and cool air. Before the paths and sand become too hot, there is a peace holding each grain, each branch, and each creature that stirs. Shadows leap from treetops to limbs. The lake is flat and hugs the shoreline closely. The sun wavers in the canopy as a…