Monthly Archives: September 2017

Oak Log

The sigh I hear The breath I feel The touch I await The scent from generations away I can find always You are you An oak log. I see you ——— 2017 Here Advertisements

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Upside Down, Inverted

Light becomes dark Water neither solid, liquid, nor gas Color gone Taste absent Sight has become blind The rose’s scent decaying flesh Touch means nothing This world – my life – is become inverted, upside down How ? Why ? … Continue reading

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Am I He ?

Reviewing the list of accusations So cruel and abusive I don’t recognize the man against whom these are made. Yet it is me. I am that unrecognizable man. How is it ? How does a life lived duty, service, honor … Continue reading

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