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Morning calm

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A world of desperation. 

The face and the faceless. 

Indescribable yet on the tip of my tongue.

Impecability holds the key to power.

I stare out over the city on my park bench throne.

The morning hours calm my mind. 

Crows speak in their own tongue. 

I reflect on a night of dreaming. 

The number is 4. 

Time to let go of what I can no longer carry. 

My saving grace is ...

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Aurora

This poem was written after a day exploring Omaha Beach, one of the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy.

Aurora

Before the dawn the north wind rails

at electric curtains of purple, acid green;

soft and terrible sails

that drape the stars,

flare bright as crystaline arctic nights.

 

Shall I walk far through silver beech

to reach hibernating huntsmen? Snow-shoed,

can I f...

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The Dawn

"It's coming!"
 
The excited chatter began
among the blades of grass
Damp with dew
Clamouring with anticipation
of a new day
 
But that sunrise
with its hues of pinks, blues and
smiling white clouds
was born to be seen
and exploded silently
All the better to listen
 
The hedges crinkled in admiration
The fields cooed one by one
Even the surliest of trees
blinked in th...

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Sunrises

Pink tendrils trail

the sky, gathering

in a salmon cloud

of dusky smoke.

Dark brush strokes

of lilac sweep the

skyline, getting lost

in the tangle of

inky branches

silhouetting the sky.

A morass of interwoven 

trunks, like a spider's web

gone wild and

overgrown.

So delicate, so

soon lost,

evaporated, nothing but

a memory in

the heart and soul.

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Copernicus’ Commentariolus

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Copernicus’ Commentariolus

 

The sun will never rise again,

although its early morning stain

still paints the heavens with a hue

of orange, red and purple. Few

will listen to my sad refrain.

 

I studied long, no doubts remain.

Though saying so risks Papal chain

for claiming this heresy true.

The sun will never rise again.

 

Look to the skies a...

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