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Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…
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Poem – Color and Sound
The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.
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Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…
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Poem – Stars
As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are not alone beneath the clear sky, free of the sun. The black water flips the sky and transposes the sublime night-time patterns. I become transfixed on one particular yellowish dot and after looking away I no longer…
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Poem – Walked Across the Field
I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky and trees took root. I walked across what used to be the empty field a gameboard for my mind a history of what has taken place, what I allowed to happen and I threw gasoline everywhere and…
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Good Morning Venus
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Fields of Snow
A foot of new powder, deep blue skies, and a quiet afternoon of snowshoeing. Nature’s fury becomes the landscape we seek the solitude we savor.
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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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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 – 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…