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- Created 09/23/2021
Poetry: Collections
I have been writing both prose and poetry for as long as I could read. It has always been an outlet for my mental health and creativity. I would like to introduce a new series, a journal of sorts, creativity, art, wellness, a little bit of humor and what ever else I can find along the way,
any comments or suggestions will improve both of our experiences, so sit down, relax and make yourself at home.
Created 09/23/2021
Poetry Collection
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The Grand Canyon at First Sight
Silence,
Of the ages
carved on the backs of giants,
rushing surf of ancient seas
a whisper
outstretched and contained
beneath me
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An air of decorum,
like a funeral, the hushed voice,
the deep reverence
they breathe, as a flock of ravens
rise and fall
just beyond reach
into the empty space
before me
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God’s fickle palette
Rich reds and pale muted tones
breathe in light
exhale shadow
the indifference
of a tombstone,
or a sunset,
the shear edges
and infinite space
the canvas of God.
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And God is a painter, no a sculptor,
The shear edge is mortality
And the distance is experience
How small we are, I put all my brushes away
What to say to a giant
That lies quiet before you
With nothing to say
With a mouth full of words
That will fill me for days….