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it’s the space
between silence that
articulates breath

Fate

Fate

Summoned
to appear
I declined
to meet
with fate until
a later date
when I won’t
be late
and she
won’t have
to wait.

Nuance

when the questing soul
knows peace and the
heart is stilled in autumnal grace
the once silent voice
will rise and sing its song
from the core of its essence
resonating from the node
that is the center of nuance
vibrating at fingertip
sounding its song between strings
in the rustic grace
that is yours alone

To This Place

it is to
this place I
turn with hope
grounded in promise
and anticipation of
form born of
the seed of
vision beyond imagination
nurtured by faith
imbued in promise
sustained by what
cannot be seen
touched or imagined

Two

Life --
the whole
daft enterprise
subject to
the wiles
of chance --

who will care
for thee when
there is no
more of me

"Better"

"better"
is
the
last
word
uttered
by
a
dying
fool

Dickinson

her nuanced sounds
dance like diamonds
shimmering on moonlit
water glistening with
a thousand stars
shattering brilliance into
shards sparkling on
a rippling velvet
curtain drawn over
perpetual night