• April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

    April 27th begins
    down the stairs,
    all the way long,
    each step a small surrender,
    each landing a brief negotiation
    between gravity and will.

    It is a descent
    that feels older than you,
    a movement inherited
    from every fall
    you’ve ever survived.

    But the day does not stay low…Read More

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    • Not sure I want to go inside myself that far PAR. I just might go inside so far that I see my self outside looking in. That would be a paradox, and people would say I am insane, more so than usual. So, while I enjoyed reading your poem very muchly, I think I will just sleep this 27th day of poetry away. Wake me up at 12:O1 on the 28th. (It is a…Read More

  • Rainbow Dreams

    Today, April 26th, has arrived
    with a promise of color,
    of something that plays in
    our mind like a whisper,
    like a dream.

    Some dreams
    are like candy apples,
    sweetly coated
    and soft inside;
    or, like rainbows,
    that rise
    and fade into the sky.
    And then,
    there are the dreams
    made of you.

    Those dreams,
    where your…Read More

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  • Not the right time

    I wandered into this strange land
    The beauty I have discovered
    With no one to hold my hand
    Only a bag and cloak to cover

    I did not expect to find
    A place to call my own
    I moved space and time
    Wanting to find a home

    Then I met you
    My world became so small
    All my world views
    Mean nothing to me at all

    If I…Read More

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  • Break Out

    do you exist in a cocoon…
    locked up…buttoned down…
    but never evolving?

    or do you break out…
    spread wings meant for flight
    and soar into the night?

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    • I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt

  • April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

    April 26th returns
    like a remote memory,
    one of those pale, trembling ones
    that no longer knows
    if it belongs to you
    or to the air around you.

    It brings back
    what it was
    between the two of us,
    not the words,
    not the gestures,
    not even the moments,
    but the texture of it,
    the faint…Read More

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