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July 31, 2014 § 2 Comments
1.
a tear cannot
be repaired
if needle
rejects thread
2.
when
airbrushing out
flaws
in their big picture
they opt
to blind
a questioning few
caught
in the overspray
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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July 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
leapfrogging morality
in a rush
to open the cage door
setting loose,
another migratory legend
of righteousness
the beast,
strong now,
will naturally
starve
its howls of glory
overtaken by
newborn hymns of dissent
and the approaching
rattling of keys
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
the visit
July 28, 2014 § 2 Comments
he recalled how she came
through the barrier
when no one else would
just to see him
at the end of his vigil –
waiting for fires to go out
his slow voice
so low
a listener had to
meditate on each word
he said she had not
aged, said
she held an onyx teardrop
in one hand
a lapis eye in the other
that was
all she had to offer
as an answer to a question
he was afraid to ask
years ago
he recalled
how she came through
the barrier
when no one else
took the time
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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July 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
all of this
may only be
a struggle to define
what happens
in that
space between
two people
locked in
the effect
of a
gaze
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
thread gatherer
July 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
her, lost in
mulberry dance
trips no toe to a
lark working through
familiar passages,
rising off the minor,
a beat added
to push the theme
of her fingers
manipulating air
a thread gatherer
unspun
silk for
unbuilt loom
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
anniversary
July 17, 2014 § Leave a comment
I thought I caught
a glimpse
faint, a
sliver of moonlight
on feathers edge
familiar laugh
winging toward
the horizon
final note
of a year long
rhapsody
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limit
July 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
the way I see it,
the obsession
of going until
exhaustion takes
over is just
a convenient form
of risk compensation
considering
every added task
as another
fistful of down
for the pillow
testing the heights
from which
I can fall
crashing hard through
the dream stage,
confining confusion
to one world
at a time
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
sent into
this
nest of silence
a
chest of voices
under my care
I fear
unprepared
to relinquish
the only key
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testament
July 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
still
in the skeleton
building stage
framework, support,
shell –
any arbitrary
definition will do
I do work slow
and will flesh IT out later
IT being whatever
I claim as testament
I’ve dragged
this work
between dimensions
shouldered it
from one life to the next
I’ve pillowed my head
with it
sleeping beneath stars
of other galaxies
sat staring at it, perplexed,
for eons
then,
as always, I build –
sacred geometry guiding
my hand as I insert
another rib
or fix another joint
just as ancient intuition
will when
time comes to apply
the first layers
of clay
its surface etched
with
my interpretations –
to be
made permanent by
distant suns
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July 6, 2014 § Leave a comment
decades –
wound
nearly scar
now
not so tender
to touch
when some
trigger
moves my finger to
trace it’s contour
conjuring questions
of a twin
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead