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The Dream Within

this kiss
in parting
my days
have flown
in a vision
gone
within a dream

I roar
tormented
within
grains of
deep
while I weep

O God

I grasp
tighter
the
dream
within

Over at dVerse Poets, Anna has challenged us to try erasure poetry. Take a page from an existing work, in this case, I took the poem A Dream Within A Dream by Poe and erased words until i found a new poem.

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As We Trudge Back Through The Woods

As we trudge back through the woods –

Rain falls down,
Rain falls down hard and heavy.
Trails melt to mud,
Wet mud,
Slippery mud,
Thick and heavy mud clog on our boots,

As we trudge back through the woods.

Where we had been at?
None-ya.
Where we be trudging to?
None-ya.
We just on a trudgin’ mission –
Back through the woods.
And the rain ain’t slowin’ us down.
The mud ain’t slowin’ us down.
Branches slappin’ on our faces,
Ain’t slowin’ us down.
We on a mission,

As we trudge back through the woods.

Who we be and are?
You didn’t care before the trudge,
Don’t be askin’ now;
Just know that it be happenin’, and write it down on some fancy silk sh*t.
If you can’t hear us, you ain’t listenin’, ‘cos our boots be makin’ noise;
Loud noise,
Trail crunchin’, mud sloshin’, marching noise;
A noise like one man, a big man, a heavy man,
Making noise you ain’t never heard –

As we trudge back through the woods.

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Sometimes I Have To Stop

Sometimes I have to stop
Tell the world to hush
And
Listen
With eyes closed
Feel the
Lingering passion of your presence
The
Music of your life
The gift you were
The gift you are
When I tell the world to hush
And
Listen
And hear

A pink ribbon
Gently drifting downward
From the hair of an angel
Into my hands

Sometimes I have to stop

Hush

For dVerse Open Mic Tuesday. A Thanksgiving.

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The Decomposer


Terry S. Amstutz
Terry S. Amstutz
Terry S. Amstutz
http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com/


The music of rust
Never sleeps
An eternal lust
Eroding notes
Minims and Quavers
Without prejudice
A song never to be played
Twice

In fact
A never ending non-melodic sound of
Backward
Change
Decaying to
Zero

Rust
The decomposer of what was

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dVerse Saturday Poetics host, Claudia introduced us to photographer Terry S. Amstutz. We were to select a photograph of Terry’s and write a poem about it. I found this photo on his Blog. Please check his site. Also checkout the fine poetry at dVerse http://dversepoets.com/

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I Watch A Leaf Die

Damn Fence


I watch a leaf die
Torn from its home
Storm unnamed
And fly
Fall in a flying type illusion
But falling in its
Only flight
Graceful in appearance to the ground
A death swirl
Helpless
More like surrender
A gentle crash on grass
A soft sigh
But deafening in significance
A long gaze up from where it fell
Sad pause for effect
Reflect in a moment of silence
Wind returns
Whispering last rites
The leaf flounders like a BB gun wounded wren
Up and down along the lawn
Limping
Flying
Spinning
Twirling
To the fence
Caught by the fence
The property line
The boarder without a pass to cross
A little flutter remains manipulated by breeze
But dying
drying
Fading green-ish to fragile brown
Glass like
Crumbling
Numbing to witness
Ironic in its simplicity and science
Becoming its own soil
Buried in itself
I watch a leaf die

At dVerse Victoria asked us to write a literary illusion based on another piece of art. This was rather personal, I had to find a photo to represent music I will never hear again and a parting friend whose voice will now exist unaccompanied. But this could mean many a thing, and leaves to grow back, just not the same. If it makes no sense, that is okay, I can be selfish meaning. But I hope you took something away from this read and excercise.

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