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On The PodiumThe art of conductivity
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton

serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.

The geography
of doubt engulfs the figure,
so very tiny,

his shadow more prominent
than he is. Can he survive?

Ghosts cast no shadows.
Shadow borrows its substance
from solidity.

Still the Dreamer must explore
the realm of shadows, all night.

A moment, unowned
it seems. In Siberia,
maybe. Winter sun

etched pale on a glass plate,
mysterious yet empty.

AfterwordFunerary goods
always include coin to pay
the ferry man's fee.

What if we had always been wrong,
If none waited by the river?

The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveler

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.

The Perspective Of HokusaiThe great wave surges from the left. The image is frozen as the great tower of water crests. Slicing the mountainous sea, three fishing boats in motion from the right, are threatened with inundation when the wall of water must fall upon them as the wave breaks.

On the far horizon the snow-capped peak of Mont Fuji can be seen, tiny, against the momentary bulk of the wave. Yet and boats are necessarily transient. The foreground is full of the challenge of survival, a moment in the struggle that passes fast into oblivion. The mountain, that appears so small, is wrapped in its motionless tranquillity, its snow mantle dazzles the eye.

Close to,

SenselessI've lost the power of speech,
become the dumbest of beasts.
I've been robbed of my senses,
stripped of all my defences.

Your exercise of bewitching touch
leaves me incapable even of remembering my name.
Your witchcraft has undone so much,
still you refuse to shoulder the blame.

There's so much for me to learn anew,
can I hope to learn it all from you?

The rungs rise and fall,
the direction is decided
by the starting point

so the climber discovers:
The way up is the way down.

Can she enslave him?
He surrenders his spirit
to her purity.

Does he then become her pet,
is he her beast of burden?

Air Force Revisited.

Flying fortresses,
dense enough to deflect light
yet insubstantial

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.

(Originally:

Flying fortresses,
solid enough to impede light
yet made of nothing.

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.)

The power of flight
begins with a child's fantasy,
the world left behind.

TwinsA tiny pair
of siblings,
yin and yang,
fruit born of the
same moment.

Innocently,
their childish eyes
see only what
there is to see.

Transported

She stands fixated,
her awareness no longer
focused on the street.

nobody sees what marvel
has claimed her so completely.

Ends and beginnings
cycle perpetually.
Yang dances with Yin.

The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveller

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.

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by *AlecBell, May 11, 2012, 2:23:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Haiku & Eastern

You just need focus,
the tree is the simpler task.
From humanity

One must expect blurred edges,
truth inferred rather than seen.

Observationby *AlecBell

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Haiku & Eastern

©2012-2013 *AlecBell

A commentary on Forgotten by =anaPhenix

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01/06: Edited to tighten the poem.

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Observation by =AlecBell ( Suggested by `Kneeling-Glory and Featured by `thorns )

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!Juno-Janus Mar 14, 2013 Professional Photographer

Amazing one & all deserved Alec our

poet

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=deinktvis Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

i am such a dA hipster

i

ed this before it wasa DD

gratz, my friend!

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*AlecBell Dec 15, 2012

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*Corvidae65 Nov 2, 2012

Congratulations on the well deserved DD, Alec

I'm sorry I missed it until now, my friend.

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*AlecBell Nov 4, 2012

Thanks, John

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~silvernium Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

How did I miss this? There is so much happening in these few lines. So much!

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*AlecBell Aug 26, 2012

Thank you!

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*Hermetic-Wings Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

OPh dear Alec I was not aware that you got awards including a DD with that. So happy that you have it...We are all agree that "the truth is infreerd rather than seen" but can not be ignored...Congrat. once again

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*AlecBell Jul 29, 2012

Thanks, Ayhan. It was a surprise to me too!

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