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June 30, 2004 - Poem about Words

Fisherman’s Lament.

I am running out of words
like an angler on the bank,
trying every lure and bait
to cast and pull you in.
Stood on trampled ground,
where full of net has been
and scratching furrowed
brow to second guess the
wind.

I see bob and weave below
the surface of the pond,
spying ripples on the turn,
and the places they begin.
But there’s no rise of water,
or breaking in the spray.
So now I leave this seek and
strive for paddled shadows
of your fin.

Ah well, if not this evening,
I can wait for another time.
A new approach, a subtler style
and I may yet haul you in.

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- Poem about Age

Emptyhead.

Some days,
it’s just great
to tilt your head and
let the thoughts drop out.
Listening to the hollow
thud of your own ideas,
tumbling aimless to
the floor. It’s nice
to contemplate the joy
of mindlessness, befuddled
for awhile in a break from
knowing. Every now and then,
taking time out to let all
puddles of intellect drain
from the dome of your mind,
just so you can floss inside.
Embrace the vacumned logic
of perfect dumbness and taste the
sweet soma of its purity. It’s OK!
There’s something wise to be
learned in the beautiful blankness,
and somnolent stupor - the timeless
cleanhanded truth of saying;
‘I just don’t know’.

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June 29, 2004 - Poem about Love

All is You.

You

ask about

relationships,

of what or whom

we are, but all I’ll say

of this, is that there is

only ever one. I reveled in

the promiscuity of multitude

enthralled, but always lonely

though, until you captured me

in fall. Know that I love you

- all of you. And ask again

of us, and maybe I will

call that none is lost

and all is found.

For there is

only ever

you
.

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