Solitude
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Go Gracefully
Go gracefullylike the heron risingfrom the mirrorof its cypress-rimmed pond,with two languid flapsof its wide, white wings–once, twice, away–toes briefly trailing parallel linesin the breathless, calm waterwhere early bronze sunlightripples, spreads and returns to stillness. Text and image © 2011… Continue reading
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The Boy
The boystretches across his bednaked;the day has not yet cooled,but the wind, though warm,evaporates the moisture from his arms and chest,and this is good. He always listens when the the wind speaks,sometimes inviting him to play,sometimes warning of danger,sometimes telling… Continue reading
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The Common Hearse
It's time to write a simple versein honor of the common hearse,sleekly polished, darkened glass,slowly taking one last pass down the tree-lined avenues,past long-assumed, familiar views–street lamps, fences, kids at play,neighbor's gardens, Miss Delay, whose laundry flaps despite the rainfrom… Continue reading
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Whose Heart
Whose heart is thisbattered, shattered,scattered in pieces on my bedroom floor? Ah, it's mine. Unspoken, broken,I block the entrance,shoulder the bureau to barricade the door;I quote the raven: "Nevermore!" Text, image and audio © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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I Could Have Used You Today
I could have used you today. I needed you: a stillpoint, a saner pivot, a rock to cling to while the currents pushed and pulled, someone to click download, arms to cry in, acceptance of the mess I am. I needed another perspective, a… Continue reading
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Playing with God
When I write poemsI play with God.We race our bikes on gravel roads,stop to grieve for flattened caterpillars,marvel at Queen Anne's Lace,curl back the corners of bursting milkweed pods,watch their thousand filaments float on to raise new families, to inspire new… Continue reading
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Come to Me
Come to me;kick off your shoes. Come to me;let slip the mask.Breath.Smile only if you want to.Cry when needed.Speak your mind. Come to me;regroup;hide. Come into peace. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Let It Have Its Way
O, my God–loving and sustaining God–sometimes I feel as if my heart and head and soul will explode–so many ideas and insights and understandings and imaginings–all at once. What am I to do with this? How/when/where does it find expression?… Continue reading
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Awake
Soul slap.Spirit snap.Mind whack.And you're awake. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Your Tongue
Your tonguelike the clapper of a wind-battered bell,constantly clangs and clatters.Why the ceaseless alarm? Hush now and allowthe sufficiency of silence. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading