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Evening
The crumbling stucco
suggests better times, present
neglect. Ebbing sunlight gilds

The aging facade,
echoing former splendours.
Old stonework basks. The sun sets.
Photo CallThis is where our teacher worked.
We've moved away those childish remains,
children who will move no more. We couldn't
let you see their dismembered corpses.

They were busy, learning the things they needed
to know, about the mercy of god, the blessings
of addition and multiplication. The explosion
was delivered from afar. Then our school

ceased to be. Our teacher and his pupils gone.
We don't know which side the attack came from.
Mortality
Does he feel the fear
of failing flesh? Too late now
to escape the net.

Will the ferry man accept
his coins? Who knows what awaits?
Starstruck
What is she seeing?
Another wizard's engine
powered by his deceit?

How much innocence is lost
when deception is exposed?
Paralysis
Can the body speak
its deep buried silences,
sing its voiceless song?

The afflicted soul frozen,
unable to reach another's hand.
Sightless1
The light! Much too bright.
She has to cover her eyes,
her lost sight the cost.

2
What does the mind's eye
see? Rooms full of forgetting,
only emptied dreams.
Dance
Pure form, becoming
the protean flow of dance,
endless shifting shapes.

Fluid movement, creating
amorphous variations.
The Ladder Of JacobJacob dreamed. Though we may know nothing about what kind of man this father of patriarchs was, the record of his dream has been preserved. We have no way of knowing if this was indeed ever a dream that a man experienced. The story has him traveling alone, so artists have portrayed him. In the ancient text he settles for the night, resting his head on a stone.
As he sleeps the vision unfolds, he sees a ladder that reaches toward heaven from the earth, a ladder by which angels are ascending and descending.

He hears the voice of god, so he believes. The god tells him how remarkable he is. We might understand this vision as an allegory of his
Spring Thaw
 The weight of winter
translated into snow melt
stampeding seaward.

Branches, caught up by tumbling
waters, rest in distant creeks.
RecitativeYou're right. I have chosen the uniform of mourning,
At first it seemed that I had made my choice pragmatically.

I thought the dark mode would enhance my performing,
nothing in my appearance would distract from my words.

Then I realised that I was mourning indeed. Each poem
experience once lived avidly, now but a wordy husk.
Dream Catcher
Has the screen captured
reality? The static
image locked, beyond any change.

A thought gives him pause. He dreams
countless instants, time's atoms.
Blindfolded
The seen, the unseen
so close together. Only
our indifference

makes them all invisible.
We prefer not to see them.
DancerLook! Even now her body speaks that ancient dialect of motion
she learned in her long ago, when her flesh was pliant, when
she could depend on her muscles, easily cultivating grace and flow.

She no longer dances publicly. She instructs and directs the company's
young dancers. She shares with them those physical arts of eloquence,
of gestural poignancy, the arts she's devoted her long career to perfecting.

You may have noticed how many dancers use this bar. She's here when
old friends are passing through. She sips demurely at her spritzer,
she wears her hair pulled back severely, an ascetic in the service of dance.
Her body disciplined
Departure
The waters lie still,
blanketed by shapeless mist.
Who will take the path?

What vessel might be waiting
sails set for a strange voyage?
Aftermath
The dreamer awoke
Only the storyteller
knew how long he slept.
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Antique Melody
I find memory stored
in my fingers, my elbows,
they can jig a tune.

I'm dancing. See my fingers
leap and hop! The song breaks free.
Coven
Those night-sharpened eyes,
predatory, curious.
Which one will move first?
Armour
The belted raincoat
forms her carapace. Glances
bounce off the fabric.

Still she remembers a death,
King Harold shot, arrow in eye.
Serene 1
His tranquility
matches the day's long silence.
Gazing beyond sight.
Implausible Rogues
Verities offered
with surreal dash, dignified
trickery compels.

Accept the offer, whatever
the price it will prove too high.

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From this altitude,
you can't see the ants swarming.
All invisible.
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~Piscesandthediamonds Aug 26, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
good point! you always bring fresh perspective :heart:
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*AlecBell Aug 27, 2011
Thank you, Natalie :love:
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*jimfleming May 22, 2011
Haiku insists one choose words wisely..... Good one Alec :)
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*AlecBell May 22, 2011
Thank you, Jim.

These simple forms fascinate me.
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*jimfleming May 22, 2011
So much can be said with minimum text....
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*AlecBell May 23, 2011
Thank you, Jim
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*jimfleming May 23, 2011
:heart:
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~ConriSade May 22, 2011  Student Writer
I like the fact that ''invisble'' has two meanings here: the ants, indeed, but also the mist... Other cities, airplaines, birds.. are also invisible! :-)
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*AlecBell May 22, 2011
Thank you!
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*chryssalis May 22, 2011
So wise!Beautiful!:clap:
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