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
Tag Archives: poetry
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
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
#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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Filed under Edges, Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story, Writing
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
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
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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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
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
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