Tag: rejuvenation
member name: Daniel Irwin Tucker
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November 20, 2007 05:05 PM EST --
The last few dying leaves of Autumn
Desperately clutching their sterile life-line
Like a hopeful body preserved cryogenically
Refusing to give in to the inevitable
Season of death.
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February 08, 2008 12:10 PM EST --
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street
Town to town.
A wanderer he may be but not at heart--
He longs to be attached to a tree
Any . . .
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February 20, 2008 02:45 PM EST --
It's not somewhere over the rainbow
Or beyond Mother's breath.
It's not in the devices of ancient
Or modern hands.
I almost touched it in my pathos
A few times-- gravel bed filtering
A bitter . . .
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March 11, 2008 04:00 PM EDT --
When the mountain
I am afraid to climb
The ropes and tackles
In abundance be.
In perfect shape
My body and mind
Not a weak link
In the expedition.
But when the mountain . . .
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June 11, 2008 05:53 PM EDT --
Yesterday The streets were wider
Now so narrow. I would go To the place of mystery Is gone.
Truths revealed. The wide-eyed wonder Of a child dissolved Into the eyes Of that distant dream . . .
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July 16, 2008 09:28 PM EDT --
Listening as the
Sea hears the moon
--Cascading flow and
Ebb undertow
Melded in
Orgasmic
Tortured ecstasy.
Creating
A thousand words
For . . .
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July 16, 2009 03:15 PM EDT --
And you and me are still young
Enough to really live, my love.
We are simply entering another
Season of emotion.
The years only beginning
To gray what they have claimed
And have been . . .
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May 23, 2008 04:31 PM EDT --
Here I am bleeding again Taken aback by mortal fear. Staring at faith Staged by hope. Pouring rain on visceral cage- The sound of deep Calling to deep.
Repressed feelings buried by time. Epitaph . . .
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January 31, 2009 05:10 PM EST --
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street,
Town to town.
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November 19, 2008 02:29 PM EST --
I am weakened without Imagination
Which lifts me above the bitter waters
I have drunk from like a thirsty deer that
Ignores the faint acridity and laps the coolness
Till its mid-section . . .
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December 02, 2008 06:02 PM EST --
Note. I posted this poem last year at about this time and thought it fitting to repost.
The last few dying leaves of Autumn
Desperately clutching their sterile life-line
Like . . .
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