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
Tag Archives: creative writing
Four 21
Sleeping dogs sunning
April sun shining
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 20
Crows’ chortle and quork
echoes through the pines
like laughter in a church
inviting us to take solace
in the forests’ serene majesty.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Simulacrum
It sinks deep into your muddled
mind
late night, dream state
the pins and needles
of a sleeping limb,
tongue probing
for an absent tooth,
the chafe of the tether
pulled from your grasping
hands,
then reality stakes its claim
and upon waking you catch
your breath,
seeking her scent upon the air,
stroking the sheets,
you find them cold.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Eighteen
Frosted fields smoke
in the early April sun
Turkeys appear
like ghosts
the Tom’s gobbles
cut through the silence
and the hair prickles
at the nape of your neck
in anticipation.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Fourteen
The April sun
stretches fingers
through leafless tree tops
its warmth welcome
within the tiny patch
you chose to stand in
free from shadow.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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4-13
Green grass shines
bright in the spring sun
it ripples with the breezes
while the crimson fleck
of a cardinal
flits through the corner
of your eye.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Twelve
rain soaked morning
warm clothes calling
© Erik Hansen 2016
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4-11
change is subtle
slow most times
less often it arrives
a cataclysm of words
people, places, things,
cutting like concertina wire
as you scramble over
cut, bloodied, tired
that tipping point reached
you run
slow over the muddy fields
and far away
to a place unseen
by human eyes
pristine, unspoiled,
clean,
without the water
to wash it all away.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 10
Egomaniacs eagerly eating
Pillowy Parisian pastries.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Edges 