A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Longshot Absent minded Skull, vacated, leaving the head a statue with wandering eyes The planet is green, whether you think about it or not But there is satisfaction in standing in place, to Remember, contact, connect dissonant ages and pieces My understanding of you didn’t createContinue reading “WD 97 “Longshot””
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WD 96 “Displaced”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Displaced You can see me in the snowfall As a silhouette between descending diamonds Groundswell, black ice And I am in the slush also There are many roads that go from point A to point Z But I have taken the path of Vapor Transmigration CanContinue reading “WD 96 “Displaced””
WD 95 “Ghostly Tremors”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Ghostly Tremors After that accident, we made a promise: It is not for the dead to bury the living. But we are a catalyst Just as any ghost story told to a child A warning to the living There are some dreams better off Forgotten AndContinue reading “WD 95 “Ghostly Tremors””
WD 94 “Last Summer”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Last Summer Pillars of fire On the surface of a frozen lake You can see me dancing between them A herald of noise, wonder, concentration, ellipses Ever-after I am Beginning into eternity A ray and not a line segment See the lines that concern has writtenContinue reading “WD 94 “Last Summer””
WD 93 “Time of Death”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Time of Death There are many ways to wait out The passing of a day – I could, sit with my eyes closed, breathing minimally and limiting the rhythms of my heart – I could, be a chain reaction , bursting from circuit to circuit likeContinue reading “WD 93 “Time of Death””
WD 92 “Polyphony”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Polyphony Noiseless, I cry out The sound of sunlight, the echo of still air And there are ways for you to hear me, in the motions of mortal bodies, in Two bodies becoming one because One and one can become one That’s part of the gospelContinue reading “WD 92 “Polyphony””
WD 91 “Beginning to Breathe”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Beginning to Breathe -I whistle as I skip past the graveyard Centuries watch unmoving, stone, Eviscerated, shorn to the core War torn, born, unmourned Like a blanket in the shiftless night Whistle with me and hold my hand tight lest I remember the days I wasContinue reading “WD 91 “Beginning to Breathe””
WD 90 “Elemental”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Elemental When it flies, there is a hole in the clouds A glimpse between breathes, to a city beyond the garden wall Your hand was cold, so I didn’t touch it The lines were all even, but they looked unbalanced A stream of salt water tricklingContinue reading “WD 90 “Elemental””
WD 89 “Lunar”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Luna Put in my place by The quiet between your words You have no object permanence And I’m an immaterial object Like the light of the moon Which can be seen from thousands of miles away I cannot be heard but I can move the tides Continue reading “WD 89 “Lunar””
WD 88 “Sons of Whatever”
A verse inscribed in Fire and Light. Sons of Whatever Fungi Myxomycota is the name of a species that is neither plant nor animal. It nourishes itself by photosynthesis. It needs sunlight to live. The Fungi Myxomycota reproduces asexually, splitting its cells down the middle, into two separate beings; yet, when injured, the solid massContinue reading “WD 88 “Sons of Whatever””
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