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Sometimes I want say more than I am able. And sometimes when I try I wind up with more than I expect.
please stare
please stare
worship a thousand tiny gardens swim some luscious summer lake & drive shadow's frantic storm away
[years ago]
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Memory
Memory, i protest, is a promise in bad faith. Like the residue of fading dreams in morning's light, divorced from the wisdom of their discovery, it fades, and shifts, and yields to the highest bidder.
In the midst of shadows, earnest or disloyal, i still hope to sometimes stumble on simple truth, and have it be familiar.
[2003-09-22, 2003-10-04, 2006-04-29]
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trusting breezes
it's encouraging to know that the gentle breeze modestly threading through the traffic's frenzy and dull roar can be far more fierce than man-made engines ever could.
[2003-10-04, 2003-10-14, 2007-04-18]
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Suddenly more obvious
We wander the aisles of a well-lit store, and the bookshelves hum, "here's a world", "here's another".
Browsing the nooks and crannies, you crouch, grazing intricacies, and I crouch beside and steady you with my hand on the small of your back, and you curve slightly towards me, everywhere.
Your tummy too I hold, your hands hold mine on you, and urgency that's been lurking appears, suddenly more obvious than the brightly lit shelves.
Holding hands to belly, we lean, cheek to cheek we balance, we move close and closer still.
Time, for once, leaves center stage, yielding to us, grace. My every motion is towards you, and yours to me, and we cannot falter, for in these moments (timeless), no direction is away.
[2006-09-22, 2006-10-20, 2007-04-18, 2007-11-26, 2009-05-12, 2014-08-19, 2018-02-24]
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forever walk
walking slowly from the barn to the mansion each step its own each interval enough unto itself no effort required for the current timeless bit no effort for the ever that i walk.
[2003-10-02, 2004-06-30]
Spinning
The world is spinning, it seems, faster.
Connection upon connection brings us further together as if we're all around.
But we are.
If people survive becoming one big family we might survive anything.
In this midst I count your blessings (like, arriving home, safe) among mine.
[2011-09-22] |
No ledge
knowledge on which
to put
an excuse for
the
of that my
jumbled
mind can
be
No-tion
Full fledged ling born:
Peopling my dreams
will come.
Infesting my illusions,
vague half-fulments
"But what now?"
I say:
"I hope a poem."
[2007-04-18, 2011-05-29, 2018-02-25]
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Scout, a Reverie for Winter as it Passes
Swaddled in my cloth cocoon I wander into the chilly world.
Leaves rustle, the stream gurgles, shadows tilt and weave. In the crisp cool sun quietness surrounds me, large and lasting.
Diving into open space I admit quiet and turbulence. I revel in twinges of cold and sole liberty of this vast world.
From and to this eternal expanse I return home.
[04/10/2002, 06/16/2005, 2009-03-17, 2011-05-29, 2011-10-17, 2020-04-27]
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time
time in finite mercy is left handed. it complements with obligation, liberty; reverie, loss.
time spins in mute splendor as absent gods give and take with unbridled generosity nothing at all and everything.
[2003-01-08, 2003-09-26, 2006-03-30, 2007-11-26, 29-2011-05, 21-2011-07]
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I would
Oh I would make a poem of this now this here I strain against, to cast out your stain from proud moments that I yearn to share with you.
When will this taint fade and once more my loneliness become not a begrudged cloud encroaching, but instead, an old acquaintance - failing to entertain, but through no deliberate malice.
[2003-08-12, 2005-04-09, 2007-04-18]
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I do
I tell the world three times: Ok. Ok. Ok. Three times, a binding agreement.
[2002-06-21]
Always shine
"Recall the rain gift." she said, "Always shine." A goddess whispers through cool beauty, "Why moan about the wind?" Language sleeps and moments are a place, a dream.
[years ago]
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Dancing in St James parish hall
Dancing in St. James parish hall, dusk in the garden, quiet on the street. The abating light eventually supplanted by the strange, warm glow of the hospital alley's vapor lamps.
With nothing to prove we reveled in the ease, the joy of our mutual dances, and we expanded ever so into soft loving whimsy.
[2001-04-22, 2003-08-12, 2007-04-18]
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