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The distant hollow of the high mountain pass
swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound
behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes
Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward
across the evergreens outstretched dimming,
beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide

Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight,
each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past,
transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure
The lazy days of summer escape unbounded,
nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before;
evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld
and the memory of the fragrance they exhale

The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied
by the truths a human heart beholds
A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea;
the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach

Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering
to the poignant passing moment's beauty,
the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now
Lost in the undeniable certainty
life's imminent season's change

Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away,
knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss...
A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell,
summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles,
time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache
of a harsh grey winter loneliness

Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu
that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots
but cannot sever their sacred grasp
But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's
inevitable tightening tether hence —
to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break

Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward
as it slips down through the firwood shadows;
illuminating other faraway latitudes
far beyond the distant horizon skies

The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ...


someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
 May 2019 savarez
Larry Schug
Through an artist’s eye
A thousand word poem
Whittled down to a
A black and white image,
An apricot
So ******
It makes me cry,
Is permanently installed in the main gallery
Of the museum of my consciousness.
 May 2019 savarez
Larry Schug
Doll
 May 2019 savarez
Larry Schug
Eyes wide but life-less,
unfocused,
she stares out the plastic window
of her sealed box house
like someone depressed,
glassy eyes watching  a tv
that may or may not be turned on.

In her back is a key hole,
a mechanism to animate her
in some pseudo-human way,
to speak simple words of need,  
shed tears of frustration and sadness
that she must depend on another
for what little life she has—
a toy taken out, then put away
at the whim of someone
who only wants to play, or worse,
merely place her on display.
 May 2019 savarez
zumee
Last night
I had a dream
that I woke up
from this one
 May 2019 savarez
Onoma
heel to toe--

on walk.

mindful.

waters curling

toes.

as it was along

side her bayed

pranam.

almost toppled

over from bliss

several times.

watching birds

fly over everchanging

water.
 May 2019 savarez
Sara Kellie
To die is to understand
the cards you were dealt
and the cards in your hand.

You may question the journey
all the way through,
no matter the trauma

What makes you
IS YOU.
Nature of nurture?
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