Tag: weekly muse
member name: Tom C.
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August 18, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
This pasture invites fatigue
Stilled brush and grey grit crackle
Scratching out spring flowers
Dead bits of petal fleck the dust
Recalling a cradle less barren
Rippling waves . . .
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December 27, 2007 02:49 PM EST --
For Ed Nudelman, who inspires me every day with his examples of dedication, precision, and all-around awesome talent.
Blue-white streaks out from
The cold, crisp . . .
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December 28, 2007 03:36 PM EST --
For Writing Essentials.
Happy New Year, and Peace in 2008 to all my Gather friends.
Let it be known that I hereby resolve
To be,
In sublime familiarity . . .
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January 09, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
Suspect
Inky cutouts
Seeping into my house
Grim deeds stain behind blotted lights
Trembling, I count the days of my lifetime
As key turns lock, my heart is stopped . . .
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January 21, 2008 03:39 PM EST --
For John Walter, who jumpstarted an interest in consciousness by introducing me to Susan Blackmore and Daniel Dennett over a year ago, and who still prods life with new ideas and and an insatiable curiousity. . . .
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February 18, 2008 11:08 PM EST --
This is a Rictameter form - a 9-line poem of 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, and 2 syllables.
Eyes close
In Hummer's wake
Honor and courage shine
While deep down unspoken truth . . .
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November 12, 2007 08:48 PM EST --
This was inspired by something Cormac McCarthy wrote.
Hanging amid space and time,
unobtrusive, quiet, a common star.
Motionless, still, cold shell to see,
yet burning inside, gushing granite . . .
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December 11, 2007 11:06 PM EST --
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Rockets launched in sync
Tracking private zenith's
Panorama of heaven’s whole
Each share an equally coveted canvas
Intransigent . . .
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December 15, 2007 03:31 PM EST --
This is a revised edition of my last poem, Afraid. I'm not trying to deceive anyone, but after revising I thought better of the title, and so a new publication. Thank you to everyone . . .
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February 18, 2008 02:00 AM EST --
For Gerry Wass, who got me thinking about truth with his recent piece on secrets and the sharing of knowledge.
Standing stone still and moving
Eyes flit, nostrils flare,
Hair shivers . . .
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February 29, 2008 10:02 AM EST --
I return at last, to tread again
On dust from whence I leapt as Superman
Toward heaven
Wielding self, brandishing mind
Scaling great questions for summit's view
I rode the . . .
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May 11, 2008 09:21 PM EDT --
Endless scratching
Gasping for words
Muted agony – broken fingernails on plaster tablet
I fit a phrase to the page
words rising into view as a home appearing in a snowstorm . . .
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December 14, 2008 05:09 PM EST --
Cleaning out the garage, I hold in my hands an old item.
I’ve had this for so long, yet it seems lately to just be taking up space.
I really should toss it out, with the trash. And yet...
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December 08, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
A Fall Day
The forest's full allure
I couldn’t refuse the siren call
The lyrical beauty of tree and
Blue sky
Walking and skipping
Running and singing . . .
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March 02, 2008 07:10 PM EST --
My thanks to those that provided welcome criticism and helped immensely in the revision of this, especially Dean, Jan Hersh, John Walter, and Gerry Wass.
I return at last, to tread fields . . .
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November 19, 2007 12:00 AM EST --
This was inspired by a passage in The Crossing, by Cormac McCarthy.
Many thanks to my colleagues and friends who supplied insightful criticism leading to the revision you see here.
You can see . . .
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February 02, 2008 04:32 PM EST --
For Jim Ross and his new Cinquain group . Jim inspires routinely with his insight and deft, sensitive expression of nature and its reflection on our lives.
Create . . .
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