a boulder balances on two points; supports erode one grain at a time - until one grain too many
Precarious [Tanka]
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Beyond the Light [Haiku]
deep in the cavern just beyond the light's reach lives what might be
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Morlock State of Mind [Lyric Poem]
Living like a Morlock, outside the shaft of light. Lured beyond walls of rock. Mesmerized by blue sky. Loving the thought of blue, but burnt by the mere sight. Praying for an Eloi view, but feeling it's not my right.
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Winter Winds [Haiku]
winter winds blow
with no snow to tumble
but bones to chill
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Silent Chaos [Haiku]
crumbling canyon,
stone cubes in loose stacks
and yet silence
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Faux Lightning [Haiku]
light fringed cloud
zig-zagged like a lightning bolt
in the autumn sky
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Faux Tsunami [Haiku]
Quiet Moments of Glorious Perfection [Free Verse]
People pray for blinding, deafening magic. Instead, they should make themselves keen observers of the mundane miracles. Those little magic moments like seeing a baby's smile or crossing over a green ridge to face a snow-capped mountain. Feel these rare moments to their fullest, rather than wishing to be dazzled by grand displays of the supernatural. Those loud miracles will probably never happen, and - if they do - one who hasn't become attuned to hearing the quiet moments of glorious perfection might still miss them.
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Out-of-Body [Free Verse]
I'm floating, or - perhaps - flowing. I can't tell sans gravitational pull. I want to reach for something solid, but I have nothing with which to reach. I want to scream, but I have nothing with which to make sound. So, I'm left to yearn. All I can do is yearn - yearn my ass off - and variations, thereof: -pine, -aspire, -crave, -wish, -etc. The Epicureans believed in soul particles [lighter & finer than body particles] and I wonder whether my soul particles could knock loose a feather precariously balanced on the edge of a dresser?
