Tag Archives: 1983

The Man

Written in 1983, this poem was en experiment in a syllable structured poetry. Each section follows a 4-6-2 pattern. In addition, this poem is related to a short story I wrote for a class. I no longer have it as my teacher lost it. Too bad … I really liked […]

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The Dark Citadel

Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark      and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices […]

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The Boy

Written in 1983 .. inspired by the cover of my copy of Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. He stands alone in a field of grass and flowers. Pants, too big, hang from brown suspenders. Solemn, in his face. Is the boy sad? Is the boy lonely? Alone, he stands in […]

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The Carver

Written in 1983. The wooden chips float to the floor at each stroke of the blade. The gnarled, old hands shape the stick of wood with an expertise only acquired with time. The metamorphosis of the wood is slow and subtle. but as time progresses a figure seems to come […]

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The Deep

Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight […]

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