Monthly Archives: April 2015

4*30

  

Follow the trail through

The head high mountain laurel

To the still waters 

Of a secret pond

The grass upon its banks

Waves back and forth 

In the cool breeze

A cloud spotted

Clear blue sky

Is mirrored on the surface

And you wish getting up,

Brushing off the seat of your pants

And leaving

Weren’t an option.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Dreams

 

Dreams are dust

Drifting in the scattered

Sunlight through a curtain-less 

Window

Open slightly, the breeze

Swirls the countless motes

A frenzied dance

With no apparent end.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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4-28

  

Star speckled spring sky

Spreads out before us

Map of the universe

Unfolded, imagined, unfound

Naked and entwined

At the farthest edges 

there be monsters

The corners house the winds

And your presence is the compass

Blazoned upon my eyes.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Rain

  

Clouds gather overhead

Gripping in the moment

Blown with the breezes

Stilling down softly

Rain patters steady

Tolling in your heart these

Melodies spring up

Etchings in your mind

Trickle in your ears

To arrive

And disappear. 

© Erik Hansen 2015

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4*26

  

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Monsters lurking near

Feasting upon fear.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Work

  

       

Your sweat soaked shirt

Clings to your back

A chill, wet leach

Sucking the heat from you

In the cold spring morning air

You pick up your tools

And get back at it

Because work is warmth.
© Erik Hansen 2015

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Parting

  

Our parting was a knife cut

Quick, sharp, clean

Nearly bloodless

At the instant painless

All of that came later

Like a slap across the face

Its aftershock

A welcome

Numb.
© Erik Hansen 2015

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Mountain

  

Ground fog slips around

The trunks of hickories and oaks

Pines gnarled with time

An owls bass hoot

Drums up through

Your belly

As you ascend the rock strewn crest

These hills are worn down

With age

But not brittle, not fragile

They possess a low slung strength

Resilient

In their ubiquitous power.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Sand

         

 

Its a long, dry walk

Across shifting sands

Thirsty and tired

Of all the dust and grit

Its in your boots

Your socks

Your shirt and pants

Your underwear

In your hair and up your nose

You feel it in your ear canals

Across your lips

A grungy mask you can never wash away

Like the crackling shouts

Of the Muezzin

Over the loudspeakers

Full of sand

And dust muted colors of the tattered clothes

That haunt your speckled dreams.



© Erik Hansen 2015

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Trash Day

  

The orange garbage truck

Squeals, hisses and beeps

Its stink alone

Obviously not enough

To announce its 

Garish arrival.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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