the door is open —
is not.
the window closed —
yet open.
and the cat keeps the goldfish on edge —
all night long . . .
Tag: poetry
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Illustration by Denis Naylor The ear of my heart
is where I hear
the sound of your say
outside my fear.
Yours is the voice
in silence here
I know your call
so close and clear.
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Death Unmasked 2020
Life suddenly hushed
Death uncovered on each face
Our masks now obvious
Where can we go?
We see and fear the end.
Both free and bound
Between gravity and flight
Called beyond earth and sun.
Virus and vitriol
Break out and break down
To kill and be killed
Unleashing raw power.
Truth wrestled over
Captured by culture’s force
Cowed and crowded
By the loudest voice.
If we could heal ourselves
We would.
Instead, we pay dearly
Choosing isolation.
One unsuspected feeling
Leads to the next
Like desperate and delightful
Winds coming and going.
We are more than
Mere planet walkers,
Beast lords,
Our souls cry out.
Help! Our masks reveal
To live is to risk each breath
Closer to the test
To face the one who loves and faces
Everyone.
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Imagine a black spot
Floating on a borderless page
That stretches into infinity.
Consider, if you will,
That speck is absolutely all
You will ever possibly know.
The boundless space outside is what
You will never, ever know.
Standing now in knowing not
Rest within the wanting dot.
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It took a stumbling dark search
Before I realized I could never see true light
Without looking through real eyes.
It required me to see beyond the false light,
Past the dark light posing as my light.
Free to see what is simply true —
And never what is simply true for me.
