Straights and Creeks

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A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.

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Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

The Saddest Story in Four Words

we have forgotten Truth…
quote…M Dingle

We have forgotten Truth.

The Magic of Words

Trumpery
Need I say More?

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Need I Say More?

Unfinished Thoughts

Ah! The mess is the latter thought…
Unfinished now, yet not for naught…

A writer’s dream, fulfilled in my very hoping,

Complete in silence, speculation, unencumbered of mind.

Ah! The mess is the latter thought.

As More of Tudor’s Court once evoking,

“Words, words, words. It is all only words.”  

Less than dream, featureless, exuberantly blind.

Unfinished now, yet not for naught. 

Delicate Ravenous Beauty

Virgin stars bearing their beauty openings….
..consuming the Light

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Morning

Virgin Stars

Bearing their Beauty

Openings

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Ravenous

Waiting Blooms

Consuming the Light

Intensity

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Beware

Wandering Innocents

Appearing most Delicate

Stings!

Loved Forever II

Blazing Life! Claims my Being, Undoes my World!
Forever-Now!

Held, so close to my heart.

Wonders-Blazing Bright.

A love, fierce and hungry,

Forever-Before.

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Before became Now.

Four became Six.

Wonders became Whos.

Blazing Life!

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Wonder

Names my heart,

Claims my being,

Undoes my world,

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As my Fist Two Whos

Forever-Then.

So their own,

Forever-Now,

Are and Will Be,

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Loved-Forever.

Musings, Moods and Mysteries

 

A secret I believe is mine.

A trap set for my being

Endured, tip-toed about, out-smarted at times.

 

Tangling my words, thoughts, expressions,

Binding yesterday with today

Blinding me to reality and sanity

An entity, cunning, wonderful-fascinating, dangerous,

Whispering choices, delightful-temporal-alluringly dark.

Leaving me wasted-wanting-addicted and superior.

 

…                         Thus they pull, without arrest                …

 

Another beacons; frightening, full of light-powerful, unspeakable

Sounding unknown words, ethereal-eternal-exquisitely mysterious.

Lifting my mind upwards to imaginings greater-above myself.

By Grace to God I am held.

By myself to sin I am bound.

Twixt the lines the crux is found.

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