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jzsstuff: September 2010
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. There is a silence at the gravesite. When all you hear is the sound of dirt upon the coffin. Reminding you that no matter our life. There is only dust and memory. Thursday, September 16, 2010. Some older thoughts on cyberspace that still ring true. Wandering through cybespace, webmastering the universe:. What more could I want? Maybe a hot yahoo to google around with! Tuesday, September 14, 2010. There is a key. There is a man. Would ...
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jzsstuff: Autumn
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Thursday, September 15, 2011. I awaken, aware I am in my 64th year, still tired. Feeling the ache in my joints, the reluctance pulling me back toward the pillow. Once arisen I stand in the sunroom open to nature. The spray of sunlight through the trees. Bathes me in the sweet scents of morning. And I am taken back to my 9th year, waking up in. Our small cottage on the beach to the rhythm of waves and song of seagulls. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You can vie...
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jzsstuff: November 2010
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Monday, November 29, 2010. On a concrete bench. Tears in her eyes. The sharp pointed edge. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Run On Sentence of Reflections. A tornado of doubts. Eyes burning from snowlight. Longing can make the heart weary. Right in the middle of it all comes the smiling mortician- Ferlinghetti. A musical melange of melancoly. The persistent sounds of immigrating chipmunks. Rain, like small droplets of perspiration, in a parched Fall.
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jzsstuff: The Well
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Tuesday, February 21, 2012. Sitting on the edge of the well. I cannot always hear. The rush of the artesian stream. Sometimes I lower the bucket and. Bring it up nearly empty. Filled only with tears. Tears from invisible places. Deep in the body. Only the damp smell of earth. Reminding me of something dying. Decaying deep in that well. I yearn for rising waters. To wash clean the wounds. To wash away corrosive memories. To quench your thirst. And hold my hand.
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jzsstuff: Eastern Filaments
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Filaments of the East. Slip quietly, meditatively. Edges of the heart. At home in the. Of bamboo and pine. Sit on slopes over. Scents in the air. I Ching, haiku. Travels down the Silk Road. Winds on the Great Wall. Lure of Japanese ice statues. Towards seas of expression. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Run On Sentence of Reflections. A tornado of doubts. Eyes burning from snowlight. Longing can make the heart weary.
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And So I Sing: Poems and Iconography: Tuesday Poem: Another in the Witch Series
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And So I Sing: Poems and Iconography. And so I sing, like the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid." Emily Dickinson. Friday, August 5, 2016. Tuesday Poem: Another in the Witch Series. My face is a hex. These hands betray,. What the cards tell them. Where is the beak that can peck away at sorrow? My knees are a jinx. Over, leaving me. Rooted and tree slow. That will lead me. To what must be said. What chain opens up grief’s damper,. So its terrible vapors can fly? At the base of my spine,.
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jzsstuff: February 2012
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Sunday, February 26, 2012. Pouring coffee in porcelain cup. Black words on white paper. Tuesday, February 21, 2012. Sitting on the edge of the well. I cannot always hear. The rush of the artesian stream. Sometimes I lower the bucket and. Bring it up nearly empty. Filled only with tears. Tears from invisible places. Deep in the body. Only the damp smell of earth. Reminding me of something dying. Decaying deep in that well. I yearn for rising waters. And hold my hand.
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jzsstuff: Magic
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Friday, May 27, 2011. We are at it again. My friend Bryce and I exchange randomly generated words and then write for 10 minutes after we view the word. Has produced some interesting writing. Here is one on the word "magic.". I believe in magic. Wanting the magical mystery tour to take me away. To see the magic in your yes. The sorcery in your sighs. To secure a magical moment. The feeling of being transported to a magical place. The magical way you hold your head.
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jzsstuff: October 2010
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The random musings of Jay S. Zimmerman. Friday, October 22, 2010. I Sing For My Father. In the quiet stillness. I hear the cries of mourners. And I sing for my father. Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba. The wet grass on his grave. Lying alone among the dead. I sing for my father. Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba. I sing for my father. Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba. I sing for my father. Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba. I sing for my father. Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba. And So I Sing: Po...