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  • Abundance (fullness)

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    aging, chance, change, communication, conversation, existential angst, i ching, lament, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress


    The moon wanes,

    as he begins

    to speak:

    so many words

    go unspoken.

    He chokes on air.

    (May 25, 2019)

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  • The Marrying Maiden

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    chance, erasure, i ching, meditation, poetry, power

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    not drowning, nor waving

    but to enter a room

    and not be the room

    nor resist the room

    each wave is a wave

    distinct until the shore

    my voice is strangled

    before it can be heard

    (May 25, 2019)

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  • Development (gradual progress)

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    aging, chance, change, choice, fate, haiku, happiness, i ching, identity formation, meditation, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    I’m here where I belong,

    sitting beneath this tree

    I planted long ago.

    (May 24, 2019)

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  • Keeping Still, Mountain

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    attention, chance, change, desire, i ching, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    Before he moves,

    he waits on time,

    listening for a breath.

    He moves still

    without motion;

    his mind wanders

    across the valley

    to the next mountain.

    Discontent breeds desire.

    He sits stiffly

    somewhere between

    here and there:

    no end,

    no beginning.

    (May 20, 2019)

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  • The Arousing (shock, thunder)

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    anger, audacity, chance, change, courage, i ching, resistance

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    A door blows open;

    I wake to a storm.

    A familiar room whirls

    in disarray. Fear dares

    for someone to speak.

    (May 17, 2019)

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  • half empty, half full

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    borders, change, cliche, life, poetry, politics, process

    1.

    I cannot hear America

    singing– the sun

    descends, and the moon

    is dark. Hell’s gate

    swings wide. I fear

    I am lost.

    2.

    I worry the world,

    and am wrong

    about so much;

    yet, the sun still rises

    each morning,

    despite all of us.

    (May 15, 2019)

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  • The Cauldron

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    acceptance, chance, change, clarity, god, humility, i ching, liminal, meditation, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    No flames engulf–

    I burn in slow embers

    which pulse like blood;

    if god exists, he’s here

    now between these words

    I live within.

    (May 15, 2019)

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  • Revolution (molting)

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    aging, change, i ching, life, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    As I age, I must

    change: life’s last third

    will fall away like snow

    hanging on a dead branch.

    (May 14, 2019)

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  • The Well

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    belief, chance, change, education, hope, meditation, paradigms, poetry, power, teaching

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    the students come and go

    I remain, little changes

    we talk about poetry

    and show our minds

    at play in essays

    it’s what I have

    to give, what I know—

    for most it will end

    with whatever they take

    away with what they did

    (May 14, 2019)

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  • Oppression (exhaustion)

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    chance, change, courage, hope, i ching, meditation, poetry, resistance

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    If one can accept

    the slow rain, one 

    must acquiesce

    to the flood. I do not

    know what to say, or

    what to believe

    between the lies

    which bear down

    daily like a press.

    Yet, even exhausted,

    I still step out

    singing the sun.

    (May 14, 2019)

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  • Pushing Upward

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    aging, art, chance, change, hope, i ching, poetry

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    Close up woman hand writing on notebook

    I write as I have

    for years—I have,

    through time, come

    to understand:

    I write to write,

    doubting praise, I write

    in silence to silence.

    (May 14, 2019)

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  • One’s End’s Ambiguous

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    abstract, acceptance, aging, death, end, meditation, poetry, transition

    The labyrinth

    bends into itself:

    one thought feeds

    bits of fear to the next;

    until, teeth crack

    on broken bone,

    and it ends

    without a beginning

    to begin again.

    One’s end’s ambiguous

    as one’s beginning.

    Indecisive and vague,

    the end’s no different

    than any contingent.

    The end ends

    with a flailing

    of the mind

    through a stark

    unawareness

    of where we are,

    where we have been,

    and without a why

    to justify

    the confusion

    of the scattered pages

    across the floor,

    and the ash in the air.

    (May 12, 2019)

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  • Gathering Together (Massing)

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    chance, change, community, delusion, i ching, meditation, poetry, social construction, storytelling, work in progress

    from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

    There is no center to hold;

    no story of violent gods

    to tell while drunk

    around a fire.

    There is no fire.

    Yet still, we turn

    to one another

    with what words

    we have, and begin

    again to speak.

    (May 8, 2019)

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  • Marginalia

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    borders, erato, interrelationships, liminal, loss, muse, obsessions, poetry, relationships, unrequited

    The ghosts in his forest sift

    between the bramble, collect

    momentarily in clearings,

    and compare notes on their

    unconsummated affairs.

    His apparition slips along

    her edges, begging the margins

    she ignores. Annotations,

    without context, entangle

    his thoughts, growing a life

    of their own, a meaning

    of their own, as blooms

    of moss on the forest floor

    disguise the broken trees

    in a green effulgence.

    He tries to trace her designs

    within her fractured words.

    Each turn he takes leads away

    form yet another possible exegesis;

    until, he falls into a clarity

    forever uncertain and voiceless.p

    (May 5, 2019)

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  • Community Prayer

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    belief, community, courage, fear, hope, humility, meditation, poetry, prayer, social construction

    I need someone to tell me–

    I’m okay– I can make it

    through this day— unashamed,

    as do we all.

    I need someone to hold me

    closely through this night

    of terrors– calm and unafraid,

    as do we all.

    (May 4, 2019)

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