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The Noise Of Trouble
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
Saturday, April 30, 2022
The Bell
When you stop running
you can see everything clearly
as it is meant to be.
Rest your heart,
slow your breath.
How quickly the birds
fly from tree to tree.
How quickly they rest.
A bell struck
resonates.
Monday, April 25, 2022
Numbing
Broken teeth
Bloody mouth
You can get used
to almost
anything
Thursday, April 14, 2022
Without End
Forever would never be enough
for any person
Endless days and nights
What would be the reason
for anything at all
Tied to the wheel
of nature's ceaseless turning
Epochs would pass
as tides smooth down stones
sand multiplying on the shore
Precious years would be brown
leaves trampled underfoot
Death of all yet life continuing
without cessation
Ultimate meaning or ultimate void
No rhyming couplet to make sense
of existence without reason
First Light Through the Trees
No matter the night
No matter the dreams
No matter the nightmares
No matter the tossing
No matter the turning
No matter the arguments
No matter the restlessness
No matter the anxiety
No matter the worry
the dawn
is always
there
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Spring chirps it's presence
Bare branches coming to life
Winter sleeps once more
Green Tea Classic
Green tea bag tied around
the handle of the empty cup
Space longing for a tide
of hot water
Ecstatic rush against
colored porcelain
Buoyancy as green colors
the water bit by bit
Steeped in process
Lips waiting in expectancy
Beware
Ambition is fine
but be careful-
from time to time
it will whisper words
that will plunge you
deeper and deeper
into a realm of excess.
You may not realize
the toll being taken
but it is being extracted.
Pull yourself up
before you fall too deep.
Perpetual discontent
is no way to live happily.
A man with enough
is grateful for the blessings
of the ordinary.
Sunday, April 3, 2022
Maria
Every day the phone rings
and I hear your voice.
A continent divides us
but your words
are breathed into my ears.
How have we borne
this separation
and survived?
That which binds us
holds us gentle and firmly.
What shall be first?
A kiss or embrace?
Will it be both at once?
A journey beginning anew.
Certainty in an uncertain world.
Between Words
I listen to Leonard sing and talk.
He always knew how to say
what needed to be said.
I listen as closely as I can
to decode what more can be found
in the spaces between words
and punctuation.
Is that what he wanted?
Can everything be found
in what is already there?
Ocean and Earth
The tides are welling up within me-
searching for a place to break through.
Any crack, any open space will do.
I am ocean and earth.
I am wind cresting over the waves
and running through the leaves.
How can I be everything?
Everything is me and it has
always been so.
Cinema Verite
Start the morning with coffee and cake.
Sit down and find the words clinging
to the edges of consciousness, waiting
their turn to organize the chaos of being.
Traipse through fond recollection and
not so reliable memory. Scene missing.
Blurred scenes. Plot points vague and
uncertain. How much time was that?
The camera lens is fixed on one position.
The weather is clear, the sun is lighting
enough for the scene. Action. One
continuous take. Just this moment.
Memorial Cinema
We who touched each other
as preciously as fine china,
as roughly as clothes tossed
carelessly into a dirty hamper.
What of us, what of then,
movies in the cinema of the mind,
hearts still racing at what has gone,
a story with firm conclusion.
Bookshelves
When the faces have gone
all that's left is memory
staining the paper
of the books,
collecting dust unseen
sitting on seldom
traveled shelves.
Your face between pages,
my eyes struggling
to see us as we were then.
The Living
That which does not change does not live.
How do passing seasons
know when to end-
to begin?
What consciousness permeates
existence beyond
the observable?
Night approaches-
stars dotting darkness-
light traveling through vastness.
Wind rustles the leaves,
unseen sun brightens other lands.
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This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
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