Is it all right
if I just am
for a moment?
(A humble request
by any measure.)
What is my life
if my time being
is left unspent?
Time with being
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Tag Archives: poetry
And the tears roar
And the tears roar punches down
Wetlands drenching twists
A muscled foe
Into spirit
Form
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.
The page is your world
This may be the most efficient way of writing. Simply put words on a page, and have done with it. This is your page. These are your words. Here, of all places, you need answer to not a soul, living or dead. This is a statement of fact, friend. This, the page, is your world. Doesn’t matter whether others read this or not. I know ache fills you at this. It’s only life, each sentence, word, one movement closer to the end.
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 