Between the lines and through the lens…
What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]
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Behind the fanfare we fan the light to make our way through another day to night. Behind the fuss we muddle through movement on route to contentment caught in quiet corners of unconsciousness, like that word on the tip of the tongue we can’t quite pronounce. On terra-cotta tiles I turn through cards of […]
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What are words when they don’t just wander in weary What are words when not wild waffle but wonders weaved with wisdom and written with worth Words are like water washing over the reader in warm waves Words are like wings raising the receiver from worrying days Words are the world Words can be […]
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From the nightmare we wake to the dream before we open our eyes to reality I fear I fret I freeze I forge I face I forget I love you, he said from the pages of the book in her hand as she sat alone reading by the window I am alone I am alive […]
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Reaching deeper Into the mind To disregard the frivolous Poetic dribble Of infantile days, With intent to extract Hidden meanings Behind the restlessness Recently found In the momentary sway From elated joy of comforting freedom To the languorously sleepy Life passing-by complacency That occasionally drifts in As life drifts by while I slumber. Is […]
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