Passing Time Poems

It is the first day of the year, 
And I thought I saw raccoon paw prints 
in my extra bedroom – on the smooth floor
I...

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Shouts of triumph and defeat echo from the fields
day in and day out.
Drivers continue learning in that same cracked parking lot,
living proof that history repeats...

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Winds Blow, and We know
That Change is Coming Soon.

Life-Tides Moving By 
The Glistening Monthly Moon.

Make Room We Say, For Crossroads;
By the Way.

As Dew Becomes; the...

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You and I
Were once two trees–
Two budding saplings
Placed too close
To grow together

An Upstate transplant,
My midwestern limbs,
Opened wide to hold you,
Casting too much shade
On your bright...

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Sorrow and tomorrow, they weigh heavy on my mind
Like a burden I can't seem to leave behind
But in my darkest hour, when all seems lost
I...

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I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage,
With bars adorned with hints of desire,
And shadows widened in the twilight,
I called on the quiet and...

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Summer to fall,
No other transition
Is quite so compelling,
So thrilling,
So enchanting,

The sunlight shines golden
In the late afternoon,
Illuminating the leaves of trees,
Some of which reveal gentle hues
Of...

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          The true wanderer walks
  to the four corners...

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Was not born to grow old,
His days were numbered long ago.
Would not find pots of gold,
His dreams drifted to and fro.
Mornings will come with rain
Throughout...

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Apparent air in tug-of-war with passing butterfly wings;
It is the music from the story my heart daily sings.
For I awoke in love today, so deep...

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Maybe I still love you even after all these years
Maybe if I could hold you and ease away your fears
It wasn't meant to be nothing...

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Time is a funny thing.
When you’re watching the hands of the clock,
they slow down like the sudden halt of an earthquake.
Like water filtering out its...

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"Eternity, Time, An Open Door" is a metaphorical phrase that suggests the concept of a gateway or passageway that leads from the finite realm of...

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“The Clock on the Wall”

That clock! The clock with cruelty, unmovable.
Telling time to be forever in motion.
The ticking, a deafening sound. 
Marked by grime. 
Yellowed...

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It seems like yesterday I stood by a field,
Uncle Tom's orchard nearby, abundant and fair.
The sun shone bright, the wind blew slow and yielded,
And trees...

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