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.
Heaven
With a slide slip thrust
Into your pulsing being
I am touching
Heaven
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.
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 