Posts Tagged ‘short poems’

longest night

thirteenth full cold moon

twice erased

eclipsed in shadow of the unseen sun


by clouds

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can you admire the moon
as she shines
new to full

not fearing the changeable tides
nor burdened by gravity’s pull

light blue half globe
dim in the day
or lost in the rain or clouds

glowing giant on horizon’s edge
bright in the night
reflecting day again

orbiting you
her light for you
waning and waxing for you

can you bear the shifting tides
the pull of gravity

for love

of the moon

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knocking my head against

the wall
pounding ‘till i don’t feel it

why don’t i turn the other

no wall
on a curved surface
space/time is not flat

why do my thoughts get
written in script


so close to the plane of a page
when i want to reach though
the surface

break though
more suitable atmosphere
feeling myself in all dimensions

moving my body to breathe

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the first snow came
before all the leaves had fallen

no red, orange and yellows
some still cling
ghostly green
to the branch

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wrapping myself

in affection, adulation and attention


seeking simple sensation


from mind and spirit


neither can

fill heart’s hollow

childhood’s burden
liberty lost

to memory’s recursion


putting feet to earth

hand to brush and pen

mind to ideas

heart to feelings

examined, expressed, exposed
i regain the composition of my



unwrap, untangle, untie
dreams, delusions and distraction
find the facts
co-ordinates of experience

four space of

cohesive, comprehensive and creative



follow its map

path unfolds

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looking up

out the window

head tipped –

what does my indoor cat

think of the falling


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A nice comment from one of my favorite blogs… A Twisted Pair.  http://atwistedpair.wordpress.com/2010/11/19/someone-elses-shoes/   –

Thanks! But will I be able to get rid of the shoes?


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what is the sound of one hand clapping
how do you know when a fitted line


every step forward
brings loss in its wake

tears of joy

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unwashed unsorted laundry
sink with dishes
piling up

to be wrote

can this string of words be more
beautiful or important
than a clean and empty

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personal mazes
Walls clear
Or opaque
I see you now
Or not now

Your essence
Lively and real
Lives in my heart and head
You but not you

And you
Passing through your now
my now and not now
My essence
Lively and real
Me and not me
In your head and heart

Your maze has
High walls
many turns
False passages
Fill day’s hours

Don’t let me be a burden
Or obligation
In moments of oppression
Or fear

I am just this small i

For you

Now my now
Will find you
Your now

When we can

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