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Poetry

Fidelity – Poem

Fidelity

These days are not grey 
as I will remember.
These days of low fresco skies
watercolor apples 
bruised
life, still life. 

These nights not empty 
as I will remember,
of silver moons,
cinnamon light. 

So much depends on forgetting.
But one promise 
I will remember 
every day 
each jewel of light 
grinds down to cool darkness. 
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Poetry

The Passing of a Poet

Mourning the Passing of a Poet

You distilled life to a poem
Knew what to hold
What to let go.
Like a poet only you knew
Each word you left out.

Absence carves niches in my heart
For the absent.
Memories cast light
On what I cannot see.
I mark your passing as I write.

I read back lyrics
Milled from memories
By my split heart.
I grieve with and without words.
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Poetry

Remember

Remember, echo is to laughter 
as bronze is to sculptor,
reflection can only recall a face.

Remember the echo grows mute,
all traces erased in time.
Unlike sun full gold upon your face
memory of sun leaves you cold.

I remember: A memory drawn
from grey matter
like ink up a quill, wicking
up neurons, seeping down limbs,
leaping pen’s synapse with paper,
becoming this poem.

Remember.
So much in time
is remembered far too little
and too late in time.
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Poetry

Fidelity

Fidelity 

These days are not grey
as I will remember.
Days of low fresco skies
watercolor apples
bruised
life, still life.

These nights not empty
as I will remember
of silver moons
cinnamon leaf-light.

So much depends on forgetting.
But one promise
I will remember
every day
each jewel of light
grinds down to cool darkness.
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Poetry

Overture

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Poetry

The Old Man

The Old Man

The old man paused on the bridge
a favorite stop
upstream of the lazy oxbow

where a boy once watched
the milky gold
of evening sunlight

spill through the alders
into empty space
over still water

its silent weight
filled the air

suspended dragonflies
patrolling the cattails

urgently

as if they knew
the lateness of the hour.