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Silentio Sonante: March 2006
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Friday, March 31, 2006. As promised, here are the final two Haiku I mentioned in my previous post (. These were written June 16 and 17, 2005. This week, write haiku. Make it touching, silly, serious, or profound. The topic doesn't matter. Write one, write many, or write one for each day this week. First one way, then another;. Argue with your mind. The air grows still, calm;. Clouds hover, winds blow, sun fades;. Posted by Andria at 10:48 AM. Wednesday, March 22, 2006.
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Silentio Sonante: August 2006
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Sunday, August 27, 2006. I've been meaning to post this poem for a couple of weeks now, but I kept forgetting. As I posted "You and I". Earilier, I felt it was only fair to "close the circle," as it were, by posting this poem. This was written August 3, 2006 for my father and brother, Sean, for Coast Guard Day. Just as Erik and Grandpa received "You and I". But I don't have as much contention with the Coast Guard as I do the Army. *-*. You have to go,. At ease, seaman -.
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Listen Softly - Youll Hear Me Sing. Created on 23 January 2003 (#868533). Last updated on 1 December 2012. A Net to Catch the Wind. Florida Institute of Technology. Melbourne, FL (1997 - 2001). Bryn Mawr, PA (2007 present). That said, I am working towards a full-time career as a fantasy/sci-fi writer, and I divide my writing progress/news between here and. My writing LJ. To date, I've had the following short stories published:. Midnight at the Twisted Tower". Or Buy the MuseMuggers Anthology 2004. If you...
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Silentio Sonante: "Soror"
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Thursday, March 16, 2006. Two mirrors, reflecting -. One outward, one inward;. Two worlds, linked,. Two ages, growing -. One birthing, one dying;. One bond of blood;. Ages gone by -. Frustrations, worship;. Curiosity, answers;. Teaching, instructing;. Sharing, arguments;. One path leads inward -. The psyche, the ego, the id;. One path leads outward -. The breeze, the raindrop, the leaf;. One world within, one world without -. One bridge binding both. Questions, learning;.
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Silentio Sonante: March 2007
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Thursday, March 22, 2007. This was written on March 21, 2007 and given as a thank you/good-bye present to my immediate co-workers. The living heart is a patchwork creation;. From innocent perfection,. It grows to a thing of abstract design. At the end of days. A heart of beauty,. Unmarred by loss or love,. Is a thing for those who do not breathe,. A heart of seams and imperfect touch,. Is the soul made flesh -. A lifetime contained in your palm. So we remember -. They c...
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Silentio Sonante: Brevis I
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Tuesday, March 14, 2006. I'm not really one for structured poetry, but Haiku definitely has a certain attraction, for me. I have a few, here and there, and as they're a little on the small side for their own posts, I figured I'd post them in clumps. These were written June 14 and 15, 2005. This week, write haiku. Make it touching, silly, serious, or profound. The topic doesn't matter. Write one, write many, or write one for each day this week*. A crystal tear falls.
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Silentio Sonante: "One Life Lived"
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Thursday, March 22, 2007. This was written on March 21, 2007 and given as a thank you/good-bye present to my immediate co-workers. The living heart is a patchwork creation;. From innocent perfection,. It grows to a thing of abstract design. At the end of days. A heart of beauty,. Unmarred by loss or love,. Is a thing for those who do not breathe,. A heart of seams and imperfect touch,. Is the soul made flesh -. A lifetime contained in your palm. So we remember -. They c...
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Silentio Sonante: "Those Who Remain"
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Friday, December 15, 2006. This poem was completed on December 13, 2006, and it was written in loving memory of Kurt Shelvock. In the midst of a stream stands a stone,. Immovable in Earth's memory. Water slips around the rock,. Tiny creatures seek shelter beneath -. A living carpet granted to the inanimate. The waters lift, as raindrops pelt granite;. Leaves swirl in eddies and carry. The stream presses against the base. Of the unmoving stone,. Its gleaming surface slick.
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Silentio Sonante: June 2006
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Friday, June 23, 2006. It's been a while since I wrote anything, much less any poetry. Kind of ironic that a poem is the first thing I DO manage to write. *-* This was written today (obviously). Option #1: phrase "where the cold wind blows". My footsteps carry me to. Where the cold wind blows;. Where time sits neatly. On a frozen point. The winds combine,. First East, then West -. Until the air lies still. Dawn and twilight hinge. On the cusp of possibility. We must los...
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Silentio Sonante: November 2010
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Within the Silence Lies a Promise. Thursday, November 11, 2010. Tearing the Cloak in Two. Tearing the Cloak in Two". The sound of drums, a heartbeat cadence. That moves the weary boots;. The flash of lightning, an artificial blink. That blinds tear-swollen eyes;. The embrace of earth, cold hands. That clasp the broken shards of heart;. The tang of copper, saturation of air. That fills the crying mouth with ash;. The clutching smoke, the fog of lives. That fill the gasping lungs. Structures of fine threads.
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