The Boogeyman Night vision changes the world a perspective shift that changes our depths and heights the smallest moments tower over us taking on new, dizzying proportions large shadows loom as ominous portents but only holding their fearsome presence for the scant hours the sun allows darkness fades and clear vision returns giants reduced to … Continue reading The Boogeyman
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The Balladeer
The Balladeer The bitter black soul of the dissipated poet set into the ranks of the patriotic wordsmiths the identity of a nation born of the rolling green and whisky-driven song cast into a wide net made into legend and lore once every year the day comes when the world becomes poetic drunk on stories … Continue reading The Balladeer
Transfiguration
We are carried on the flow of time wearing our new colors and lines
Winter Beaches
Winter Beaches Take me to the end of the world where sea and sky and snow are one body and one mind synchronized in their flow Take me to the edge of humanity where voices fall away and the useless chatter and venom finally lose their sway Take me back to winter beaches breathless in … Continue reading Winter Beaches
Evolutions
Evolutions The clock spins constant revolution the days and nights as one our actions cast in perpetual motion the first change has begun We transform with every new voice our songs slowly rewritten paying heed to melodies within the noise no matter how well they are hidden Survival demands we adapt every day meeting change … Continue reading Evolutions
A Song of Sadness
A Song of Sadness In real life, over the past month we have lost two of our dear friends. So, in the process of grieving and funerals, this poem, "A Song of Sadness," started. Sink me in the ocean Weigh me down with stones Set me to “sleep with the fishes” So that I shall never … Continue reading A Song of Sadness
Gloom #MondayBlogs
Gloom #MondayBlogs The sun sleeps late into the morning the sky cooled with gloom and mist sudden brightness and clear vision shift into view as a surprise before vanishing into the cloak over the earth the dawn does not come on this side of the veil leaving us in solitude outside of the world each … Continue reading Gloom #MondayBlogs
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs The world cycles through death and rebirth a period of slumber after wild growth and the leaves paint themselves in brilliance before they cast themselves upon the wind falling across our vision to filter all that we see - Caroline A. Slee
Urban #MondayBlogs
Scope #MondayBlogs The sky can be touched by outstretched arms outstretched buildings an urban salute to the sun the modern city still seeking the stars we bring our science and engineering to bear in our quest to touch heavendreaming ourselves and building ourselves up among the clouds and the bright blue days ascending to be … Continue reading Urban #MondayBlogs
Remote
Remote There are songs to tell us we cannot be islands that our steps must be taken with an extended tribe with a whole community but there are days I seek the island without the sprawl of people without the chatter of endless voices just my small family and endless isolation I seek the island … Continue reading Remote