Monthly Archives: November 2014

Paper Ornaments

It is not sadness or fear that causes us to tremble when the cloud drops steel instead of snow When wounds rain venom not blood We sit at table speaking our words so very civilly rehearsed understand what is said … Continue reading

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Rooms

He lives in a vast house of a thousand rooms yet the room he lives in is so small he hardly has space to lie down Down a long labyrinth of corridors the doors of the past stand sealed by … Continue reading

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Breathless

Eventually we all waken from our dreams Night ones or day Nothing endures Not Heaven or Hell In the end all is mortal Even death dies Gives way like birth by bloody passage to a realm untold In a womb … Continue reading

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Table`Talk

What is the sound made by the lake shrouded in the mist of a November morning? Or what word is spoken by the maple leaf as it flutters from the tree outside the window? Nature talks in unspoken conversations of … Continue reading

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Myth and Truth

Within our histories lie short stories Within the stories hide our myths & truths warp`woof woven so tight so as never to be unraveled unwrapped The sounds of our sad songs tumble like echoes Poems of the ancients set to … Continue reading

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Gratitude

The cry of a loon The scent of a rose The ice in an apple The blush on a pear The crash of the surf The breath of a child The dew on the leaves The sigh left unspoken The … Continue reading

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Markings

On the pages of this short life we leave our lines      some reasoned      some random      a few neurotic A chaotic triptych none but God can decipher Like graffiti on a cell wall we leave … Continue reading

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Breaths

Between the words lie the breaths aspirating thoughts which when spoken are no longer alive but brittle hard sharp pebbles underfoot Where is truth but in the breaths separating sense from concrete acts A flicker of light on a horizon … Continue reading

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Stones

I carry stones around in my hard stomach Conversations of a deaf man with one who is blind Dances choreographed by a frail paraplegic for an armless amputee The stones simply lie there in my hard stomach Piano etudes minus … Continue reading

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Incongruous Gifts

We are a puzzle not simply to others but a puzzle to ourselves Turning parts of who we are over & over in our minds trying to understand how the pieces fit Awkward of body we learn how to dance … Continue reading

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Parable

The story falls like stone into still water of quieted lives not like the stones thrown on the air designed to hurt this tumbling stone heals Watch its slow descent deeper deeper tiny bubbles riding in its wake the breath … Continue reading

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Days

There are days that simply seem unhinged Nothing here seems connected nor does one thing flow into the other Rather adjectives attach themselves to verbs as files lose themselves in folds of books never remembered as even opened I find … Continue reading

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