Every once in a while,
you see a sight
that makes you say,
"This cannot be
the world I know!"
This Is Not My World [Free Verse]
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Category Archives: Free Verse
Muddy Bottom [Free Verse]
Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.
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Nomad [Free Verse]
One who doesn't feel
a lot at home anywhere
Begins to feel a little
at home everywhere.
He sees not strangeness
in strangers --
No more than he sees
in himself.
Any one place is not
greater nor lesser
than anywhere else.
Lands of gold and riches
are as likely devoid of
authenticity - of soul -
as impoverished places
are dripping with it.
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Chasing Grandeur [Free Verse]
I saw the mountaintop,
but by the time I climbed
the mountain,
I was in the clouds and
could not see back to
where I'd been.
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Troubled Bridge [Free Verse]
Iron skeleton
spans the water.
Weeds sprout from ties,
rust eats its way under
flaking paint & over
rivet heads.
I remember the whistle's blow,
a long, long time ago.
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Under a Thousand Bridges [Free Verse]
When you've gone under
a thousand bridges,
and never come across
a Troll...
You have to wonder
whether the Troll is you.
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Bright Autumn [Free Verse]
I want a bright Autumn --
brisk & clear.
I want a colorful Fall,
not one in which cold gray
blanches all brilliant shades.
I want a windy Autumn:
full of movement that
swirls & lifts anything
that's light enough.
I want an Autumn that
draws people outside,
not one that pens them.
I don't mind a bite of cold
as long as I can see white
clouds float through blue skies.
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Deceased [Free Verse]
clouds drift over
the cemetery -
unseen by all those
upturned eyes.
What a glorious day
to be deceased!
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Illusory [Free Verse]
Nothing is what it seems,
or as it feels it should be.
The world is full of
smoke & mirrors --
neither here nor there...
And yet everywhere...
& everywhen.
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Condemned [Free Verse]
Condemnation placard
Stapled to the church door
With the commanding tone
Of Luther’s notice.
The Condemned has stately bones
But its skin and viscera
Are in shambles.
Sun pierces stained glass,
Bathing dirty surfaces
With bright color,
But the dust and rat shit
Remain to create a
Miasma within.
One day a wrecking ball
Will make good on the
Condemnation.
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