morning rising

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morning rising
by Tanner Brockwell

morning rising
gray clouds soft in sky
morning rising
after the night
swirled upon the down
strokes of fire and flash
crash miles and miles
away and up and walking
as chilled drops fell
pattering off stretched umbrella
gripped tightly for the wind
gusted lightly
bustling to the covered tent
friendly with the sound
of sizzling food
cooked and prepared
fill you up
home style
night falls murkily
not a night for walking
not a night for talking
but a night not unlike another


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there was snow

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there was snow
by Tanner Brockwell

there was snow
that there would be snow
was on the lips
wishes murmured wishes  a cast into
the coming wind sharp with setting sun
dust and dried leaves whirling
swept into the cover of winding
roads the whip back
spiral weld and held
rotating in the westerly winds
and lit the three orthogonal or polyhedral
or spheres in a white hot point of light
exploding into the second dimension
length and breadth or weave and bob
for a millennia and more makes
one and two into three and four
moving forward moving away
past the red shift past cold embers
of dying stars cast upon snowy wastes


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inside

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inside
by Tanner Brockwell

inside
centered
the smooth over flow of totality
perspective
of a round aspen
rod held to the eye
sighting along
it is straight
and true through and through
bargains for ounces
or pounds that rain fell in
no uncertain strife
washing away
washed after the party
matter discarded
for real and ethereal
the guardians fly over sky
not for once or twice
but over and over again


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overdrive and harsh the sonic comedy

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overdrive and harsh the sonic comedy
by Tanner Brockwell

overdrive and harsh the sonic comedy
works into the sinew wanting
the pulse to thudding in the head
out the soles clamping against tiles
swimmingly and sudden down
amongst the eight
squeezed for root cheeky
water of life watered
across the rocks
you hear between the notes
quieting tip toe between
and up again steps
climbing the wind
no space for reverie
impressed throngs
joined or separately joined


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firmament arrayed though elusive

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firmament arrayed though elusive
by Tanner Brockwell

firmament arrayed though elusive
this small star moved the sky
and ground beneath tread
up that hill again
the sinews felt
brow moist as winds
tore the dry leaves across the grass
and frozen grey the lake was silent
impassive an immense quiet
the waters still in slumber wait
for warmer clime oh time revolve
and come with the bulbs of spring
daffodils poked slender from the earth
smiling at the familiar visit
how many times around spun
a dance like motion
where the world would stop


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sparks above the flame

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sparks above the flame
by Tanner Brockwell

sparks above the flame
dancing in the night
at once close and fast
at once small stars escaping
tumbling in the heat waves
up and beyond vanishing
like flickering lids fluttered
shut and open again
with flight together they fly
still warming the heat would rise
standing close to the the embers rise
and waves of heat baking
the trod dust that a thousand steps
with the night drums in step


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there in the sky glanced

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there in the sky glanced
by Tanner Brockwell

there in the sky glanced
caught and captive the fired plume
gaseous billowing orange and red
burn so bright once
noticed then there in everything
the ignited light upon the face
of the sky so filled with energy
with palpable vibrations shaking
being inside at once and held
for this moment in the firmament
that is dazzled with excitement
anticipate that electrifying moment
ancillary to summation to completion
to the surrounded vestiges of
torn fragments united thrown
and in a blink the wind blows
hard into the night
scatterings of cover that clouds
flew leaving the embers of a sunset
upon a speckled table
pressed with rings that outline
weighty joined chartreuse
as air in warm reverberation
fills with brimful beats of chant
drummed in the darkening
footfalls upon dirt paths
winding to some circle


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imperceptible intangible

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imperceptible intangible
by Tanner Brockwell

imperceptible intangible
the glint at once eternal
and gone shines as shone
shifts to vanish
the trapped illumination
trapsies away facets by boundaries
by edges the weird joint of
surface subside and slipping
the angle peace at once
peace unto dreams
as filled the night with
the commingling stars
hues that meld and move
the caress and true


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stately aspen that a winds caress

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stately aspen that a winds caress
by Tanner Brockwell

stately aspen that a winds caress
touches as a shiver rides through
the cool shore even and more
gliding along the coast
as foam tipped freezing waves
splash upon the rolling shore
against the hull spray
gritting bone white the soft
worn limbs of salt etched
drift wood easy to hand
laid akimbo begins to settle
shades of the weighted clouds overhead
pulled the whiff of phosphorous
on the tip of ignition
crawling like possessed sprites
writhing and wailing
touched to wood
thirsty for the flame
quenched quenching
quintessence of dreams
worn lifeless sprung
into a new life


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