from the fibrous strands

from the fibrous strands
by tanner brockwell

from the fibrous strands
of milimental
placed in the still warm
breathe hazing out
occupying the now
where emptiness was
existence born
realized reflected reviewed
the heat energy
of a universe and more
expanding beyond beyond
gone the existence filled
dwelling as souls
celebratory cells revel
the sense filled instant
a trajectory arc a to point
b to see and sea full of waves
washing upon the bay
tangible tangential tantamount
torn at atoms that weathered
held up held in held for once
so nuanced that intimated
the mingling the coexistence
nurturing not for naught now
now this notice knows neat
named for ways and paths and streets
past numbered lanes
laying strange late
hours flit and fit fly
glinting everything in the near know
near night now sent with spray
flying winged winging we
wishing for dreams
dreamt for dread for heed
for sleeps that caught as may
in ending days
were slept as such
that in the very much
were figments were fragments
were fantasies that fate
ignored ignorant
ignoble cause
haughty hate heralding
just is just
is this much
or more or lets
allow the revolving
spin spun spurt
the way this is was
the evening on earth


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luna pax luna

luna pax luna
by tanner brockwell

luna pax luna
crept away
the tenderness
after dawn
tiny filigree
rushed with blood course
eyes so called
watched the transformation
strengthened to flight
the endless hunger
would to satiate
in consort in communique
in the breath free
cool of night
blue filtered ray
fallen from gallant space
the tumbling
the roughness
the lost wings
found in the dusty corners
a week hence
oh for weakness
circumstance
idlings
even then
longings
even then


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lightning

lightning
by tanner brockwell

lightning
that prescient know
when the air is crackling
fresh air clear
BANG the clap of thunder
a calamitous commotion
ringing even after ringing
the limb of the stalwart tree
sheared struck hanging
shreds of bark peeled
on the ground
the path the bolt took
to ground no wider than a thumb
i can smell the tangy bark
mulchy thick the inside a tan
the strike a eye blink
gone the tree slumbering
one hundred or two years
not more than a sneeze
a passing fancy
recoverable or even
overlook able
the limb a passed memory


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an unknown alien sensation

an unknown alien sensation
by tanner brockwell

an unknown alien sensation
that flows
in the interminable wax
and wane
the shewn long feign
of list and claim
all semblance all composed
the dew the drops then rose
as dim inspiration brightly come
burn me softly between softly
and sop is it at the milky edge
spilled the shaker out out out
past radiance past second
faster thrust by frequent
particles that accelerate
two pounds for a ton
could get beyond the sun
its cold at night now
colder even than how
the muddy puddles icy
and then the transmigration
ascent diffuse ascend
in the far arc of invisible bows
constellation mythologized by
the line of tellers immemorial
that passed the first tale
from lips to air to ear
the reverberant hanging
of waves in the clear space
between here and there
small embellishment
just little things
had first bracelets
rings and the hand
in clockwork conditioned fell
swept around three score
three score and tell
the sands have passed significance
the meaning is not far
night is but the dim time then
that is picked by star and star
as tireless armies in the night
sat quiet round the fires watch
til dawn was rosy pink
amongst the frosting
heahhhh shuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
initialized and drew
hearts in total
be true


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even without thorn

even without thorn
by tanner brockwell

even without thorn
flower thy sting is sure
flower petal graceful stem
the hue is deep and lingers then
the sweet scent is liquid upon the tongue
the scented allure and then even some
for desires that would quench
in the surest flame
or perhaps tempered so they’d rise again
to show the tendriled reaching form
that in the moonlight or sunlight
is truly graceful and new
when found the seeds
were hints of later bloom
and showered basked in green array
seedlings struggled shrugging dared
to fling those small leafs into the air
and a sudden bursting petals bright
scented the bed of day and night
infused intrigued insatiated
as the sun in carriage roams
to return in the coming day
sweet is the environ
speckled in the dawns own dew
these tiny jewels glinting oh
among the morning and the new


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the boughs of the free

the boughs of the free
by tanner brockwell

the boughs of the free
waving so to see
the seedlings entwined
years thirty and a three
ages so to be
the caress of darkening bark
planted in shallow beds
germination pure and serene
the leaves toward the sun would grow
the leaves with the wild wind would blow
and as the secret seedlings caught
the hold of loam and airy naught
for interspersion of the moist summer rains
that flitting as drops be-specked the verdant leaves
so near so near the horizon gleams
and spreads the arch of colored hues
that hints of treasures and the true
a golden time spent with a golden you


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this is how the circle goes

this is how the circle goes
by tanner brockwell

this is how the circle goes
the round cycle gave
what was received
returned
again
this is how the circle goes
the air i breathe
so you breathe
inhaled
again
this is how the circle goes
if you touch
in kindness
tactile
pulsing life
the warmest hug
will be there in kind
for an open heart
for an open mind
for someone there
who has the time
to say once
then say again
i was missing you
while comes the soft reply
i was missing you too


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against the sea

against the sea
by tanner brockwell

against the sea
of boundless chance
what a change
take this
before the storm
ambassadors
in embassy aligned
like it was the sign
you had been waiting
solitude strangely fine
while you were walking
walking in time
patterns left in the soft sand
gone before the next day
winds that change
watch them rising
the horizon a canvas
touched by fire
celestial spheres
betoken the acts that follow
slow and majestic


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dreams of floating

dreams of floating
by tanner brockwell

dreams of floating
reaching
to brush the boundaries
of the luminous orbs
was this in vain
would dreams of once
occur again
would dreams slipping
towards dawn
dreams of splendor
the escapement of wonder
is it no wonder
that these deft sands
like pulling strands
have landed you
in these new lands
ex libris
in the cover page
before you could wait
on your soul
silly games
before you knew the names
lips wander
kiss of the wise
kisses dainty
on a landscape born
before words could be arranged
prototypical a form without form
so whispers are the framework
the struts and members
of soaring


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