Rhythms…

Turner

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Riding the currents

sleeping through storms

treading water in the dark

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sparks of harmonics

fly from my pen

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my hand

the sentient animal

of my heart

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An older poem …. words float and land. improvisational rhythms. their own kind of precision. different relationship each time. they’re just there….perhaps have always been

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Artist: Turner

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In a clearing

Ice dreaming

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In a clearing

the ice covered pond

reflects the cool sun’s glare

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sleeping   dreaming   waking

The green light at the bottom of the pond is kept on

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The writings in books

are like skates on the pond

Cutting figures in the ice

while staying

on the surface of dreams

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 Mermaids come as night falls

 cutting holes

from the bottom of the ice

 singing their siren songs

 to awaken the sleeping minutes

of hearts and minds

keeping time

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While hurrying clouds congregate

rebellious against the moon

and I sit here alone

in dark wonder

watching the glow

from the warming fire

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The bright moon

My breath in the air

All I hear is stillness

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A living journal,  my poems are weaving and circling around themselves…puzzles unwinding in a clearing…a dialogue now in waves more than starts and fits, editing me….

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