Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts

Monday, October 14, 2013

On the Nature of Conflict Resolution

Anger sets the mind on fire,
Dragging hot coals along the breast bone, searching for kindling,
searching for a light to spark the white hot fuse.
stabbing, searing, driving rage with icy calm,
shooting bitter shrapnel, tempering the smitten soul,
slicing through the broken worn out spirit,
pulling the roots apart, exposing again a breaking heart,
still striving reaching, craving for a sun,
craving soil that isn’t caked with dead dry muddy quicksand,
spiraling spinning, spitting, banging thumpity
thumpity thump, thump, thump, thump
There is no rhythm to it anymore!
No inside shell, no place to go to ground.
Nothing but an inside war torn up with foxholes,
injured and shredded like a grated thing.
How can a few remaining decades mend our very substance?
Can I re-enter life again, with such a damaged heart?
Oh gentle hope, I see you creeping in among the shadows!

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Two Dogs and a Central Park Lamp

These .two Happy Dogs rekindle their joyous friendship, while their owner- puppeteers pretend to manage the situation

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Red Sumac and a Chain Link Fence

Our hidden Sumac is often perplexed
about what is important to contemplate next
Should I act innocent while I plan my escape,
Or wait for security plans to take shape?
Am I locked in or out?
Should I cower or shout?
Should I look for a file
or just sit here awhile?
Maybe I'll worry tomorrow instead.
It's late and I'm tired and ready for  bed.

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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Insubstantial Black

Unbendable iron stanchions, crossed,   It's named a fence, but "fence" means pickets, whitewash, dogs and snapdragons, hollyhocks. These glossed posts are black in the core. Why wont my mind go through the open cells?

Why this Raven black with just a hint of a moon to add dimension?

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A February Fence

I had a day with so many disparate activities to do, one after the other.  None of them involved going to a park or even a mudpuddle.  I did take a taxi and a bus and a train and a purposeful walk.  Somehow, it's just not the same. 

Did I accomplish something?  What an unusual question. 

I know who accomplished something, and it's whoever made it over this fence, that's who!
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