Tag Archives: stillness

Up in Smoke, 2013

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no wind moaning
no shutters flapping

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doors standing still
in the darkest night
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heat rising piercing through
as light enters the crack

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at daylight no crickets
or frogs telling stories
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just the heavy stillness
of some summer nights

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away from breezed seas
laying awake interspersed

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painplainfully – December 2011

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skin sagging into sweetness

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wisdom

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trembling lips under teary eyes

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moving away as clouds

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shadows lingering

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hands covered with landscape

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furrows plowed

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a voice ceasing

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old age and the facing of death

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no more sounds

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iced silence on a frozen scape

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my wilderness at twilight, 11-2011

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my wilderness at twilight
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is such
to mellow out
on cords you play
softly downing as dusk falls
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ghostly sounds
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of missing a missing soul
of kisses missed
invite me
to stay
today
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hey
you do
sing fine
feel my skin
raising to your
touch shaking softly
at the sound your voice
cutting the air as a gloved
hand passing through snow
winter afternoons turning to nights
in darkness waiting silently for your return
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strings
notes and voices
riding the silent winter sunset
no much color just a blush powered on
darkness standing strong against
people laying down on an end
not rising just lingering
one after another
a bullet or two
your note
a must
miss
me
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.My wilderness at twilight

Morning Visions

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Shedding clothes

ready to immerse myself

into the silence

your presence

your stillness

moves me

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-June 2010-

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It’s one detail of you,
maybe two, maybe three,

that locks my eyes
all the rest, fog, vapor, mist,
is but invisible.

I hear a silence – too long,
too loud, distinct,
extra ordinary,
you.

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-June 2010-

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will lay and roam
fearful heights and surf
gently with eyes closed

soft as velvet
the creases of a familiar face
holding a color
or two that locks me in

the dreamland
I could never escape
words are bars
words are gates.
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-June 2010-

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It may not be morning
at once
when my eyelids fall
to stick there
limbs go all directions gently
abandoned.

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A night is dressing
the leaden sky
as summer darkness perfumes are
collected and I, abandoned
in the water as Ophelia was
among the lilies

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fall in
and out of sleep
in and out of life
in and out of love
in and out of memories
of places

I will, persistently
admire you.

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-June 10, 2010-