4-2-17
stubborn piles of dirty snow
refuse to melt in spite
of a persistent April sun
Robins skitter across
brownish grass
A crow calls from the woods
and chickens bob their heads
in anticipation of liberation.
© Erik Hansen 2017
4-1-17
A streetlight
flickers to life
at end of day
the last bedraggled
commuter sputters home
to porch-lights, digital clocks,
microwaves and television
the permanent glow
from the home computer monitors
whisper to us of comfort
and of knowledge hijacked
at humanities insistence
the impatience signified
by the streetlight
as it flickers out
at first light of day.
© Erik Hansen 2017
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A WIP finds encouragement!
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A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Edmund Spenser
Book 1 Canto 1
The Faerie Queene
1590
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http://conservativelibertarianfictionalliance.com/2017/02/22/we-cant-spare-this-man-he-fights/
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Offshore Canyons
“But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.”
Robert Browning
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#NationalBookLoversDay
Here is a shameless plug for my poetry collection published in 2012.
Compass
I used Outskirts Press, knew very little and spent a lot of money.
It was a good learning experience for sure.
I am currently working on a new collection of poetry which will be titled, “Cicadas”. I am using CreateSpace for this for the first time and I like it so far.
Also in the works is a collection of short stories, “Hostages and Other People”, and a stand alone sci-fi/ horror work I am tentatively calling, “Whispers”.
Stay tuned!
More to come….
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07:30
its never so simple
black and white
right and wrong
this complex combination
that is us
the kindness and the cruelty
the hope and the despair
I see it in her painting
or his words spoken into air
comfort in the knowledge
that the dark mountain
of the thunderheads
will give way eventually
to the ever present sun.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 24
The modern gypsies arrive
midday
to back- in and plug-in
set-up and wash-up
solar panels gleam
in the afternoon light
capturing the moment
the sublime paradox
of their motley
four wheeled renaissance.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 23
evening swamp song
camp fire comfort.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 22
Grass grows up
between sun bleached
ribs and pelvis
Leaf litter lays
obscured by its insistence
New days rise up
upon the bones of the past
rejoice
in your moment
before the moment has passed.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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