Radha paula Neilson ≈ Three Poems

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Standing at the Edge

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Standing at the edge

where I can no longer walk with dry feet

watching the bands of tiny waves roll in over the sandspit

reclaiming it into part of the lake, if only an inch deep

Thinking about the story you told

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Your friend standing at the edge

of the highway

watching trucks roll by in rapid succesion

ready to step

beyond the boundaries

considering

what I would deem unthinkable

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I stand mesmerized by the water

the changing patterns,

life moving ever on

wondering

at the struggle, the emptiness

of those who could think their life forfeitable

who could think they had that choice

 not to stay

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This Silence

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 I want to capture this silence and take it home

where human intrusions press against my edges

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Here in the ranchland loudness is only the scolding of squirrels

and the sudden clanging of the sandhill crane

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Silence surrounds

It seeps under the skin and creeps into the heart

Thoughts can drain away, or know their own insignificance

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The mind strains for the voices within the silence

for silence has its own quiet orchestra;

the creak and groan of trees

the undercurrent of grouse drumming

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The soul reaches out to the vastness,

content to listen

as the wind slowly gathers in the trees

sweeps over fields and is gone

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Co-existence

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The moon so bright last night

It lit the sky, the ground and gardens

casting its light through the window

This morning, a new bird song

The air so crisp and bright

Sun rising over the ridge

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The moon so bright last night

after I hung up on you

It lit the sky, the ground and gardens

anger born of frustration

casting its light through the window

your side of the bed empty

This morning a new bird song

Frustration born of long separation

The air so crisp and bright

details I forgot to tell

Sun rising over the ridge

consumed by loneliness

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After I hung up on you

anger born of frustration

your side of the bed empty

Frustration born of long separation

details I forgot to tell

consumed by loneliness

 

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