MOMENTOUS THINGS

MOMENTOUS

NOT TO EVER

BE FORGOTTEN

MOMENTOUS THINGS ARE UPON ME

CRUSHED

I LIVE

MOMENT BY MOMENT

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Art: Sleeping Buddha

 

 

It is hiding in the corners

Lurking just out of sight

Weighing heavy on my chest

Invisible Succubus

Reality unchained

Raw

Merciless

Soul-less

By whose measure?

And why fear it?

….

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Art: John Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, 1781

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Bent

Unbroken

Folded into space

Captured by mortar

Death immortalized

Suspended

In time

Nature

Mummified

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The shadow of a falling leaf

followed me on my walk today

I looked up to see an empty sky

Was it you?

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(…) the curtain billowed gently in and out, as if the room were breathing. Wind chimes, too heavy for the delicate breeze, hung silent amid the quiet movement. Swaying slowly, they avoided touching, over and over. Dusk and shadows laboured in unison to paint the dissipating landscape. With each flutter of the curtain, the light dimmed. She stood still, in the eye of an invisible storm.

 

From The Book of Unfinished Stories

Edward Hopper:Woman in the Sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art: Edward Hopper, Woman in the Sun, 1961

 

 

Silence

And a deeper silence

When the crickets

Hesitate

              –Leonard Cohen

 

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Art: Józef Chełmoński, Babie lato, 1875

 

 

 

hummingbirdunder the apple tree

flutter of wings

my friend smiles

a hummingbird

 

Never look back

or you will turn into a pillar of salt

and your beloved will perish

Never look back

or you will see a face

you do not recognize

staring back at you

Never look back

unless you want to face time

and time has all the time

to face you

Never look back

on love and happiness

for you will see nothing

unless you believe…

Orpheus and Eurydice:Marie Chouinard

 

Orpheus and Euridice: Marie Chouinard

 

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she walks alone

surrounded by many

who do not see her

and those who do

tied to leashes

locked in houses

alone among strangers

who look different

and act different

and who are painfully indifferent

to that profound aloneness

that cannot be expressed

like kindred souls

she shares touches

nose to nose

with the four-legged

tails and paws

whiskers and purrs

are her reward

she walks alone

in but not of this world

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Photography: Wanda Wulz

 

 

 

 

alabaster sky

church bells

windswept

dusk folding into night

Sunrise over Lake Superior