One of my favourite poems from one of my favourite poets. 😍

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searching for dynamite

Distillery of words,
Pierces cloud with shrub and rock.
Thin air, unending stare,
Towers over city square,
Infinite against the clock.

Each step a trespass-
A risk for perfect rhyme.
A search, of sorts,
Of forest and thoughts,
Which thicken as I climb.

The cold, and sweat, and rain endured
Remind me that I live.
With body bent
And daylight spent,
I still have more to give.

Ascend and breath and think aloud,
And lean from tallest tree-
Inhale the pages
While speak, do the ages,
And lightning strikes at thee.

Returning, as the darkness falls
And weary, sit to write.
The closing day, with me does stay,
Yet nothing do I have to say
Of views or mountain's height.

Did I not learn upon my hike?
Did I, perhaps, just fail to see
What others claim the Alpine air
And contemplative wildlife stare
Permits with crisp identity.

I found, without great celebration,
The thing that often shines so clear:
intentions, good or bad, mean naught,
As always comes recurring thought;
I simply need a beer.

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searching for dynamite

Distillery of words,
Pierces cloud with shrub and rock.
Thin air, unending stare,
Towers over city square,
Infinite against the clock.

Each step a trespass-
A risk for perfect rhyme.
A search, of sorts,
Of forest and thoughts,
Which thicken as I climb.

The cold, and sweat, and rain endured
Remind me that I live.
With body bent
And daylight spent,
I still have more to give.

Ascend and breathe and think aloud,
And lean from tallest tree-
Inhale the pages
While speak, do the ages,
And lightning strikes at thee.

Returning, as the darkness falls
And weary, sit to write.
The closing day, with me does stay,
Yet nothing do I have to say
Of views or mountain's height.

Did I not learn upon my hike?
Did I, perhaps, just fail to see
What others claim the Alpine air
And contemplative wildlife stare
Permits with crisp identity.

I found, without great celebration,
The thing that often shines so clear:
intentions, good or bad, mean naught,
As always comes recurring thought;
I simply need a beer.

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Brass tip and polished wood.
Rifle embellished golden plate -
A cocking handle prepares the nib.
The flow is smooth -
The perfect weight.

Ideas of garbage -
Nothing new or sleek or pure.
Spilled brain-juice all that I endure.
Nothing new beneath the sun -
No words or thoughts equate 'the one'.

Nothing new, but still I write
In hopes I might
Produce the thing
That holds a ring -
A tune,
That people soon
Will sing and swoon
At just how beautiful the words feel.

Until then, more of the same.
But I'll eat my hat if you can say
As I write away
And you glance, now and then,
That this is not a damn good looking pen.

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A cupboard under the stairs,
A single bed,
A warm beer,
A radio playing wordless tunes
that accompany me here.

An oil heater on the wall
grills damp socks, rinsed with soap.
A t-shirt next, and boxer shorts -
Dry by dinner is the hope.

Sitting, watching, talking to myself
As hours turn across the sky,
I ask aloud a million questions -
All, but thoughts of 'why'.

What I know
Is that I chose this.
What I know
Is that this chose me.

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