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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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spring tide
words somersault
in the wind
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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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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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unbidden bird
the name for it
births itself
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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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filling in the gaps
left after words
haiku
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this endless hunt for meanings,
finally a kind of curious greed
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and still
leaden words sink me
ever deeper
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in-between
breath-wide moments
nothing but
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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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there and there
so near still
a mayfly’s was