Finding

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Things you come across when clearing up your space.

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Finding   -    06 Sep 18

Going through some old things
Finding some forgotten memories
Trapped on scraps of paper

Some so forgotten
That the words mean nothing
To me anymore

What did I do
What was I thinking
I will never know

Disposing of the fragments
No memories remain
Except in the void

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Curious sense of freedom but with a nagging feeling of loss.

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Up

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Not just a direction.

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Up   -   05 Sep 18

Before the dawn
Can shake the trees
To wake the birds
Into flight
I listen to the song
Of the world rise up
For every being

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Sometimes so much more than a direction.

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First Light

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I had a feeling that this poem needed to be spoken.

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First Light   -   05 Sep 18

Dawn whispers
Through the trees
To wake the world
First light glimmers

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Only a short poem but I feel that it has power.

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Darkling

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In the light, or rather the lack of light, in the afternoon memories flow back.

Darkling    -   04 Sep 18

Remembering
Afternoons where the sun
Never quite lit the day
Darkling world
Everywhen faded
Into dark

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This happens all too often in this time of year.

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Wandering Aimless

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The sensation of being not quite anywhere.

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Wandering Aimless    03 Sep 18

Not knowing where I am going
Nor where I should be looking
I give up and start wandering
Without a plan
Aimless in the world
Watching shadows enfold
My mind

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Even aimless has a purpose.

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Open Eyes

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A short poem inviting vision.

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Open Eyes    -   02 Sep 18

Seeing without seeing
Using the wrong eyes
Unopened visions
Seen through open
Other eyes

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Close your eyes and see with the other eyes.

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Shifting

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Exploring the shift.

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Shifting   -   02 Sep 18

Slow movement carries
Unexpected words
Shifting colours blend
With textured shapes
Forming forming
Worlds of people
Waiting to shift

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We are all waiting to shift.

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Notes

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Musical thoughts.

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Notes   -   30 Aug 18

Notes and counterpoints
Disjointed harmonies
Fragments of a song
Forgotten but remembered
In dreams of far places

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We have all heard the songs.

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Tales

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Listen to the storyteller and warm yourself by the fireside.

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Tales    -   29 Aug 18

Old and new
Stories flow
From the tellers
At the fireside

Tales of mystery
Of bravery
And maidens
Hearts won

Now live and create
A new tale
For the storytellers
To recount

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The story is in the living and the telling.

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Cloud Dreams

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Looking at the sky and dreaming.

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Cloud Dreams    -   28 Aug 18

Watching the forms
Drift past
Across the azure sky
Dreams
Wrapped in cloud
Carry thoughts
To distant worlds

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Shapes in the sky.

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