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Our Shadows Long for Spring
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Poem – Hope
As the sun sets on another day and the weight of each person’s burden, responsibilities, and hopelessness reach a tipping point there is the outside view into the mind of each tree into the soul of nature into the womb of the universe.
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Poem – See, Turn, and Return
(1) What defines the human spirit when we are pushed to our limits? What ghosts are we chasing through day and night? Are ghosts chasing us through valleys and up mountains? (2) I see the moon in a dewdrop, does the moon see me? I look across the river as the black wolf approaches. I…
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Poem – A Moment in Time
For a moment in time I saw the future as I quickly let go o the past. In the moment I saw the beginning. Of each moment I held on as long as possible. I did not know how much time I had left. I do not know where I am going from here.
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Poem – Contemplation
I watch the sun set behind the hills. I watch planes pass overhead nearly colliding with the moon. I watch the pond empty and then fill again. And again. With ducks. The dogs stand watch, stoic poses, passed through generations and breeding. I wonder what they are thinking.
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Sunset Photos
Recent sunset photos from the top of a hill overlooking marshlands.
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Poem – An Eye Turned Inward
It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, the…
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Poem – A Plea
In the sea my reflection is carried away by smoke and mist. I stood there with what was left. Broken, motionless stripped of my armor, I pleaded to whatever gods lived here in the golden light and calm sea – What more must I give? I have given blood. I have given sanity. My mind…
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Poem – Storms
The godless faces of clouds move storms forward with voiceless commands. Building from the horizon they float in the boundless sky, scattering light and color until the sun sets and free of its binding energy they swallow what is left and overtake trees and shadows.
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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…