Category Archives: My Poetry & Fiction

Caveat: Poem #817

Gravity, Faust-like, grants us powers, but demands we respect its rules.

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Caveat: Poem #816

Thursdays: into town, do some shopping, run errands – the week’s adventure.

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Caveat: Poem #815

There are books I read, and books I haven’t read, too; but some are half done.

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Caveat: Poem #814

The reasons we do things remain inscrutable, our thoughts spin, running rings, with motivations dull and grayish clouds that drift within their bony domes; while outside visions lift away the seething foams of seas that beat and thrash against perceptions, … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #813

The raindrops fall, suggest, and ruminate on wood, on steel, as if possessed, as if their tapping could interpret sweeping time or render grasping trees immobilized; their rhyme, their syncopated tease of meanings never found – unfindable besides – just … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #812

The rain will take a pause, a surging tide will rise, and thus the dawn’s chill cause unfolds to draw my eyes. Two seagulls squat below upon the dock’s damp wood, their wings their feathers throw: a raucous talk is … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #811

A single small shrub,leaves burned red by the season,railed against the storm.

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Caveat: Poem #810

windoffersno solacebut draws you inwith only gesturesmade all indirectlyswinging rain and damp branchesabnegating the dawn's dull cloudsin a perennial cunctation

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Caveat: Poem #809

A DMV Ode Waiting is a kind of hard training.Yet it requires nothing active.One simply should still the mind.Those spinning thoughts hinder.One can look outside.There's a nice view.One sees trees.Rain falls.Wait.

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Caveat: Poem #808

Branches, chaoticawkward tall twining columns,clothed in ragged green

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Caveat: Poem #807

The hillside posesfor the sun, pointing its treesat the azure sky.

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Caveat: Poem #806

The house holds darkness:beyond the windows, nothing;dawn is hours away.

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Caveat: Poem #805

Perceptions of the natural world weavepatterns through the intersticesof our tightly folded brains,gathering the damp dufffallen from time's treesscattered aroundlike a sea:brokenleaves.

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Caveat: Poem #804

Clouds:They drift,Dislike wind,Try to travel,Contemplate treetops,Interpolate movements…Okay, they exploit the wind,And resist enough to survive,Refusing debate, remaining clouds.

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Caveat: Poem #803

Photons, in the fall,seem fewer in their numberand farther apart.

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Caveat: Poem #802

I like to sit herewith my coffee beside meuntil it's quite cold.

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Caveat: Poem #801

the snail drew forwardtasting the road's bare graveldreaming of raindrops

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Caveat: Poem #800

On the edge of cold,the damp moss floats on the stones;a puff of breath fades.

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Caveat: Poem #799

So, roads must be crossed?Even when the air is cool?Strike a path, set out.

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Caveat: Poem #798

From the sky, the clouds descend, fragmented,sun absented, winds portendrainy end.

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