Witness
The wood
The splinters
The weight
You don’t mind though.
You are a carpenter after all.
Its the careless crowning
The thorns
The lash
How they all just stand back
And watch
Doing nothing.
Let us all witness
Forgiveness.
Let us all be blessed
In time.
4/3/15
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Run
That wet scream
In the close distance
Muffled by darkness
Prickles at the roots
Of your hair
Scalp deep
You wish you could run
Fast and far
But which way?
4/2/15
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Fly the kite
See the stars
Ride the bike
Dream of Mars
Close the door
Read the book
Still the words
Endure the looks
Pencils and pens
Become your voice
Silence comes
Make your choice
4/1/15
The mind and memory
Tell the stories
The heart and blood
Paint the pictures
The wounding is necessary
As is the healing
Its traces followed
In the paths of the scars
Living proof
That the day was won.
3/31/15
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The snow falls and piles up
Shiny white dunes
Crawl their way
Across the narrow streets
To thaw and refreeze
Crust that cuts exposed skin
With the ease
Of an ulu
And when the sun finally shines
Upon the pale wastelands
It blinds us with its careless
Objectivity.
2/16/2015
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Willow branches encased
In delicate ice
Become numberless prisms
For the slow rising sun,
The coldest hour of the day
Becomes the brightest
And the Master’s designs
Are revealed …
with painstaking patience
To those who would wake
To watch the advancing thaw
And wonder.
December 2014
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The rains come
And never really clean
The parking lots and streets
And driveways
Just carry things away
To unseen places
Far away, insensate pools
Oil residue
Creates a kaleidoscopic slick
Upon the water’s surface
As even more spills forth
Churning indefatigably from the culvert’s maw.
© Erik Hansen 2014
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Your sonnet burned itself
Into our minds
A brand held lightly
Yet firmly pressed
Screaming its smoky life
Released into the world
To bring ruin upon us all
Cities lie in ashes
In the whispered echoes
Of your love.
© Erik Hansen 2014
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The distance
And mists mute the tone
Of the buoy’s bell
Far offshore
Ocean’s metronome
Further off a horn sounds
Ghost calls made for spirits
The living slumber below
Warm bunks and low lights
The soft splashing
Of cold waves
Against the gunwales
The soft rolling
Of something
Unsecured on the deck above.
© Erik Hansen 2014
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Still it wells up from below
This unforced feeling
A squalid sketch in charcoal
And chalk
A watercolor washed in blood
This drama In human form.
April 2014
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