Embers
Written in 1983. Shiny orange turns to gray. Starts from black, some other way. Brings a light, so bright, so dull. Shines of warmth that is so cold. Are you Fire? Are you Ice? Or just an ember of the past?
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I Am an Atom
Written in 1983. I am an atom. I make up molecules. I am a molecule. I make up tissue, bone and flesh. I am tissue, bone and flesh. I create a human being. I am a person. I make up cities. I am a city. I make up counties. I am a county I make…
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Breathe
This poem is an exercise in creating scenes with strong sensory information. Breathe. Fill your nostrils with the smokey scent of your neighbor’s barbecue. Breathe. Listen to the rustle of pine needles brushing against each-other in the breeze. Breathe. Soak in the starlight slowly spinning in the dark blue sky. Breathe. Fill yourself with the…
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Man: A History in First Person
When I was very young, I created fire. I created rock tools, and the wheel. When I was in my teens, I learned agriculture, and made gods that ruled everything I did. When I was middle aged, I discovered that there is only one god, and that he hadn’t created everything. I discovered evolution. But…
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The Writer
Written in 1983. Wastepaper basket filled to the brim with wads of fresh, new paper. Desk cluttered with paper, ink and pencils. A slumped figure snores over a sheet of paper. The words “Once upon a time . . .” are scribbled out on the top line. Looking closer at the wads in the basket,…
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The Box
Written in 1985. I’m in a box. I’ve been here a long time. There’s no way out. All eight corners are the same. All six sides have been scrutinized. I stare in hopes that I might see something new. Maybe there are pores with minute creatures living inside. If I look long enough maybe I…
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The Weight
Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years. I carry a great weight upon my shoulders as I walk upon the Road. I ask, “Will not someone help me with my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous reply, “NO.” I ask, “Will not someone take away my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous…
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Another Silly Limerick
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks! There once was a cat Who was very, very fat He really got my goat When he stole my new boat And sat on my very best hat.