September 2016
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An Ancestral Silence
deep winter
without the weave of words
within shelter
still birds
offspring of silence
after words
the presence
of ancient hand prints
deepen their absence
mere hints
of mammoths and bears
left long since
the words that are the heirs
of the lives once theirs
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darkening wind –
my mind comes to stop
at nothing
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September wind –
a terror unheard of
since unspoken
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the morning murmurs
"m’illumino d’immenso" –
September light
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all around
the impression of self
where light falls
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light of spring –
this longing to become
a buttercup
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a grain of salt
Lot's wife looks back
to the twin cities
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lost for words
fallen rimu dragged
through the mill
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all about spring release
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setting sun
my vowels lengthen
with my words
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coffin thuds –
the sound of forgetting
beginning
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dead calm
before the beginning
and after . . .
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night of nights
a smoldering wick
voices the prayer
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in the beginning
a lack of words
for nothing
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as you read
an old silence becomes
audible once more
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this endless hunt for meanings,
finally a kind of curious greed
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this prosthesis
re-membered
word by word
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when you were
when meaning was worded
with relics
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in winter wind
all that’s left of me
escapes me
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finger-felt
what the pine
had to teach
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there and there
so near still
a mayfly’s was