The Last Sliver of Light

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        As the last sliver of light disappears somewhere beneath the sea, I sit and ponder while the world fades to black.  The silver moon has yet to rise and bring its dull illumination to the dark night sky.  It’s too dark to type now, so I turn off my laptop.

        I’ll type more in the morning, or perhaps when the moon rises, I think.  Or, I suppose, I could wait a bit longer.  It’s all just semantics now anyway, I continue with my thoughts. When the time comes, and inspiration arises again, I’ll be ready.

        Now, though, the day has ended and my mind is clear.  Another time will surely come, I think.  The sea slithers out as I stand up.  Tucking my laptop under my arm, I begin walking along the sandy beach.  Yes, another time will surely come, I think.  I can feel it in my bones. Then again, maybe it’s just the cool ocean air….

Last Day

the past was good
even if it wasn’t

it’s hard to let go
of what you had

tomorrow will be good
even if it won’t

it’s hard to let go
of what you want

yesterday’s gone
tomorrow never comes

one a memory
one a dream

both dangle
false reality

lost in time
lost in my mind

this is my last day
trapped in time

as I release everything
and live only for today

 

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Another Dimension

turn
the key
open
the door
enter
the realm
read
the words
seek
the truth
decode
the past
live
the present
create
the future
escape
the myth
become
the light
free
the mind

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The Plain

swooping down
the heart of darkness

flying high
golden rays of warmth

life’s maze
valleys and erupting volcanoes

unopened present
waiting for the day

eternal moment
the plain stretches forth

yesterday’s journey
buried beneath our feet

pushing forward
we forget and forgive

walking straight
into a new beginning

bidding farewell
doubt and fear fade

the tree
finally within our grasp

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Eternal Day

I am here
I am alive

In this day
Always this day

Yesterday a memory
Ever changing particles

The slow fade
To complete dissolution

Tomorrow a dream
Blazing hot fusion

The dense crunch
Of universal want

Today a reality
Shaped by gravity

The tangible realm
Of solid matter

I am here
I am alive

In this day
I am eternal

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At the Lake

warm summer sun
caresses youthful skin

a gentle breeze
awakens inner truth

early morning melts
into late afternoon

worries at bay
as we rejuvenate

cool crisp water
cleanses our souls

side by side
we lie together

a perfect moment
a perfect day

lost in time
only a memory

now i stand
cold and alone

with your ashes
in my hands

ashes to ashes
dust to dust

i release you
to drift away

now and forever
at the lake

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Life Continues—Unconquered

Dream fades,
Eyelids retract,
Sun illuminates,
Body moans,
Spirit awakens,
Pulse quickens,
Consciousness streams,
Reality unfurls,
Day begins,
Legs traverse,
Life continues—
Unconquered.

I Love Much

Neither spoken
Nor written

The beautiful
Luminous truth

Existing beyond
Closed minds

Examined by
Open eyes

Absent of
All judgment

The beautiful
Luminous truth

In nature
And nurture

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i am only me*

thinking of lost innocence
known only to time

on a cold autumn night
i stare at the stars above

the wind whispers
upon the last leaves

and i know
i am only me

 

*revised edition

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Making Resolutions

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        I resolve to never write again.  Instead, I think I’ll just chill and listen to Jimi Hendrix music.  Okay, that’s not my New Year’s resolution.  I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.  This year my resolution does involve scaling back my writing, though.  The past three years my resolutions have focused heavily on writing.  That’s all well and good, but I’ve neglected one important aspect of writing: publishing.  Sure I picked up a copy of the Poet’s Market, and planned to go through it to find the right publications for my work.  The problem as it turns out, is that there are just too many publications.  Don’t get me wrong, that is a good thing.  On the other hand, it also makes coming up with a good short list of publishers difficult.  Inevitably, I always lose interest and go back to what is comfortable: writing.

        This year, however, I resolve to put the work in and focus on publishing.  Currently, I have more than 20 unpublished poems from my Lost in Time collection, the fourth and final collection of The Past, Present, and Future.  Of course, I still have some other works that have not seen the light of day yet.  I suppose the time has come to test the waters of the publishing world with some of my unpublished work.

        While I’m trying to convince the distributors of information that my work is worth presenting to the consuming public, I suppose I should keep myself busy.  That’s why I have decided to publish 10 poems from Lost in Time on this site.  As always, I’ll publish on the third day of the month.  Pacific Standard Time, of course.  Most likely a few minutes after the day begins, as I typically like to do.  Then in December, I’ll post an update on my publishing adventures.  I do hope that you like my Lost in Time poems as much as I enjoyed writing them.

        Now, where did I put that copy of the Poet’s Market?  Oh, I suppose I should pick up a copy of the 2015 Guide to Literary Agents while I’m at it.  For good measure, I imagine I should throw in a bottle of The Macallan.  You never know when you’ll have to sip away your sorrows, or toast your successes.  As always, I hope for the latter, expect the prior, and will be content if I find myself somewhere in-between.