And the tears roar punches down
Wetlands drenching twists
A muscled foe
Into spirit
Form
And the tears roar
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Word Spun Fire
This may be not hard this word display
frankly you could say your word spun fire
into oblivion’s vanishing blast.
I owe no lines across borders
none there are but nature’s law’s
wounding humanity.
Sky
muscled thighs
churn muddy strides
up a steep hill
then another
one then
sky
This life
Sometimes a dream dies. Something you may have held on to, believed possible for as long as you have memory. Age may decrease this distance. I wonder if this is an act of kindness.
Our body’s seem to pitch in too. Our vision fogs, a tender erasure of the imperfections of aging — everyone still looks wonderful.
What an experience this life.
Let’m come
Sweet pulse muscle moves
me onward up hill
climbing days
let’m come
Leg churning piston drives
open sky breeze shifting
feather touching
let’m come
Powered legs raise me standing
unflinching unbowed vision
clear sighted I say
let’m come
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 