Night as old as time. Why did everything begin with night, with the darkness?
The fields of one eclipsing dawn retreat / Beneath the edge of foul intent for blood, / Where on horizons shelf, thy ends it seeks / And tho…
A little existential sonnet for your reading pleasure (or not, if you don’t like this sort of heavy thing) ;)
Time grew knarly figments, tossing them into the weeping pool. Unwary Travelers who happen by can be seen dipping their cups and sipping …
Time and souls are bound together. Without both life would be nothing more than a series of events. The quality of existence would diminish.
He reached for his mug of tea and realized he’d forgotten it. The thought of pulling his body and the bundle of bedcovers from his chair …
Minutes pass ~ Seconds Swirl … oh the noise!
never so near, / never so far away… / vision clears as impasse falls below; / loosened grasp, nightmares fade… / lightened up, our futur…
from ‘Fruit of Dreams’
I study my monitor and think, “She captured the decisive moment.” Soft shadows drape a distant snow covered mountain, with pine trees lea…
Luck is not always the major factor in capturing a dynamic nature photograph.
*...morning sunlight melts the mountains / in a blaze of future’s breath, / as we drift into a ‘dream’, / cradled by the golden sands / of…
from “Fruit of Dreams’
Beauty surrounds me / Nature at it’s best / The canvas is clean and pure
I wrote this last September (2008) and had it posted next to a photo. I don’t really know why I never “loaded” it as a writing. I hope you enjoy!
The enemy’s delusion is thick / so walk by faith and not by sight
The farm / and the porch light hums / the sound of another / orange dawn. Burnt up – crisp / aching new reaches / of the imag…
A little something on how it all spins around, life upon it’s endless wheel; endlessly playing/recording- lifetime’s living in all times, all when’s, all where’s, all at once. This is my definition of time.
Time is so small. / Small enough to cast no shadow, / long enough to outlast the stars. / Each minute enough to warp a memory / into another’…
Just me going on about time again. Tick-tock, says the clock; heavily dipped in metaphor (just the way i like it).
“Reality is a game of illusion, deception”… “The trickster (an archetype, a boundary dweller) exists to question, to cause us …
Formal description for my ‘Multifaceted Series’ work, exhibited in the Light Time and Facade Group Exhibition at Sugarama Gallery, Mourilyan.
In my grove i do lay / on this lazy, mystical day. / Many creatures come out to play / and my thoughts they do stray…. So let me please…
decisions yes…decisions no / decide against what you don’t know / up or down…left or right / wait for the dark long for the light / seconds b…
Inspired by Kimmy’s writing…”Unspoken”....I asked my daughter to listen to this writing and give me her first impression…hers was..”I’m confused”...lol If that is your impression..I’m sorry in advance….My thanks to Kimmy…,me thinks she’ll understand…:O)
You have been sleeping in the darkness too long
Happy Birthday Martin / (Martin Luther King January 15th 1929 – April 4th / 1968 / If you were here today on your birthday / what would…
When the Gulf war was declared a few Birmingham readers and writers got together to read war and peace poems and stories. I wrote 3 and encouraged my children to write too. Happy Birthday Martin has been revised many times but is still as powerful as when I first read it.
If I could turn my every waking moment / into fully awake, / we would finally know the answers / to every unanswered Why. As Gods, we wou…
The waking of Love…what else?
i don’t know how much time there is…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
beyond any vision we can imagine…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
I walked down the street, unsure of where I was, / The direction in which I am pointed implies I am lost,
And here is the nexus of gratitude is.
This poem is from the collection and manuscript “The Oxygen Garden / love nature poetry” ` LISTEN TO C.C. READ this poem / And every brwath is born here The music recorded with poem you may hear at the above link can be found at at www.jamendo.com @ the link below the track: Reflections on Water, the artist DOC
The noise, the deafening noise. / A battle rages to my north. / Armies of ships fall to my side, / weighing on my heart for those inside.
NSFW
and love and hate coexist…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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