Your voice greets me in your absence
Slow strum of the guitar
as words drift languidly in air
Towards another shore
you have journeyed
Some future day
perhaps I'll see you
waving from the beach
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
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.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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March
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- She Sings in Multitudes
- Third Hand
- Peculiar Absurdity.
- ritual
- movement
- biographical fragment
- Gina
- You are the Chrysalis. Emerge.
- What path are you seeking? Has the path found you?
- Self
- Writing in the Morning
- Do you wish to live in beauty?
- After the Rain
- What questions must be asked What answers should b...
- Good Morning, Icarus
- The things you say The things you do
- Life without seasons Create order from chaos Close...
- Cottage
- Morning Ghosts
- Where We Once Dreamed
- two fragments
- Why do you wish to possess beauty?
- Conversation
- Implying the Sky
- Fox & Bear
- Listen (Freewrite)
- If you fall in love In a dream Do you fall in love...
- Walk the Waves
- Curation
- We are but living dust.
- To Listen
- Song of Morning
- Verse for a Song
- What you are searching for has always been here.
- To wake and find oneself in a calm and meditative...
- Certainty
- Rebirth (Freewrite)
- Bossa Nova in the morning to move the heart and w...
- Fresh cut flowers on the tile floor Long stems res...
- To accept or reject the inner longings which grind...
- 6 A.M.
- Many Lives
- Song of Morning
- May our spirits rise to the level of our ideals an...
- Home is where I find you.
- Habit
- The desires of the heart are enough to keep us li...
- I Who Searches
- Transmission
- Do you wish to live in Knowledge or Fear?
- Waking and Life
- Do not fear yourself You are as nature wishes Beau...
- Keep your promises Learn the value of words kept B...
- All man does suffer All man does live in joy too L...
- Moving languidly Beat floats into morning air Do y...
- It is no journey If we do not learn to fail But le...
- I wrote in the sand And left these words behind me...
- Rising once again In morning we find the truth How...
- Children of the Page
- They Rest
- your voice in my ear I begin to dream again togeth...
- The light will find you and you will find the light.
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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