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Paul Trimble Poem
Cast Iron
the unfamiliar sound rolls on and on
a sack of words
vultured to bloody shreds
food for the entropic mist
cold then quick smooth and sharp
a rehearsal for the descent
into my forgotten future
I can't say when but then
it wasn't what I said you heard
tripped up by this magnetic hoax
let me start again
in a room somewhere two chairs
yawn together water churns across the floor
no one hears me breathing
darkness drills the corners
someone's hand slides on the wall
where is that yellow thing
that propped the door
I hear a child banging the prison plate
situation like this leads to more and more
ionic angels squeeze the water out
not rain really
sweat whose bitter crystals bend the horizon up
my mother's voice comes scratching
along the orphan highway red
the tree hugged distance
slides on against the swept up street
left alone the tortured corners truncate
to reveal a hidden circle
another wishful drop in canyon's shallow curtain
reluctant dawn unwraps the scattered night
my home among the shells
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Paul Trimble Poem
Storm
in the noctilucent ether
above our spinning fire
the mist born drift of open air
weaves a crystal net
ice and vapor reaching
down towards us
as we on this cluttered hill
dig and dig
our stony halos heavy with desire
nimbus pages fold across
the cyan wishing void
our changing history written
in volcanic ash
the fire legend of a future
come to pass
each bright atom a chorus of hope and fear
then the cumulous surrender
thunderous reply
and we're washed in pure simplicity
Goddess of Wisdom
wrap us in
your perfect stratospheric shroud
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Paul Trimble Poem
Still Life
maybe it isn't moving
deception easily framed and hung
look again
rods and cones release their quick reply
darkness swept up in light
the names crossed through stay in my head
day or two of soft revision
slipping on the water polished rocks
that line the downstream face
no matter it isn't here
same thought follows me out the door
metal frame around what could be
still life of slow erosion
in a soft flowing drift my hand
is closing around the knot
that pulls from all that possible
one teasing moment after another
flowers leaning towards the light
I feel the iambic kiss of air
I can't help but play along
a spot of ink on the asphalt fabric
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Paul Trimble Poem
A Priori
faith pulls me up again
for every turn away
the turning back begins
like this but darker
flat as an ocean
sleeping above me
then the mirror language
evolves around me
words lost
as they are spoken
instantly forgotten
the infinite unknowing
cloud river threads my mind
I cross from here to there
masked to fit perception
my fabric destiny
billows across the granite ridge
caught between the branches
the thought of floating off
does
softly whispered
the wish to see
graceful turning
the end of me
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Paul Trimble Poem
Doubt's Rising Shadow
torn from darkness
a burning halo divides the distant night
shifting orange then red across
the ashen clouds that draw a ribbon
between the now and then
this flat rumor bangs along
hangs me wordless on the truth
I cannot say where the singing stopped
the branches call their children home
and now without the winding sun
alone the autumn drops her veil
curtained by a shallow mist
the open water ends and ice compounds
the rocks that split the lattice
shapes of daylight down from horizontal
twisting like a question
hungry and unspoken
there is a boat
and we are in it
there is a storm
and we will pass through it
there is a moment waiting to happen
there is a breath I have not taken
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Paul Trimble Poem
Face Value
choice ribbons out
the low tide blessing reveals
an image dressed in dust
hypnotic turning towards the reply
"you are not there"
here in a four syllable open tinted
window kind of place words float off
along a floor of shifting memory
both now and then
weak and strong
a heavy book is on the table
leather bound embossed
it's why I've come to sit here
shotgun straight in another man's coat
the metal voice continues
"not much to go on"
back and forth crawls down the eastern wall
twice two squared in the mirrored glass
if I said just what I am
the coiled verb I'm hanging from
would snap my penciled face
I want to erase the air
revise the hunted owl that haunts
the burnt out forest
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Paul Trimble Poem
Long Story Short
it's the room over there whose
yellow walls and chrome framed
chairs keep ringing like
a phone no one will answer
somewhere the button is pushed
a door slowly obeys the
strong magnetic pull
and opens
someone calls me mister
from the yellow ringing room
and the door is swinging slowly back
a drop of silence slips
past the soft metallic click
through the walls the trees
the growing distance
in this hard geometric place
my life is a dot floating
without mass or dimension
a thought waiting
for the words to arrive
death is the cause of my rebirth
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Paul Trimble Poem
Test of Time
there's always more
trapped between quotation marks
the metal parasites resume an ancient harmony
clockwise the numbers rhyme again
eight ways to cheat infinity
one version less tonight
the little bulb above my head
blinks off and on
like crossing wires to watch the motor burn
grounded to this bookend night
at last the first condition met
I had a diary as a child
writing what I would do
instead of what I'd done
my invented future lived in a drawer
300 mostly blank pages
a young boy sits at his desk
the time between us breathing
through an ocean of decay
I don't know what to tell him
or if he's even there
decades snap apart like twigs
in a fire I cannot start
my past is filling up as
my future drains away
now I'm living in reverse
unwriting my protected life
bottom to top right to left
another ending bends towards
this parallel reminder
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Paul Trimble Poem
All of a Sudden
outside the sun has given up
the stories told are changing
clouds are fingers of a moving hand
that hold and press the passion
of a frozen day against my eyes
and through my hands the burning void
calls another season to an end
my sorrow cuts the shapeless air
each moment starts with what I've known
a table in a crowded room
dark with hidden voices
and falls away from there
your yellow perfume lingers like a halo
over where you've been
I can't recall how long I stayed
talking to an empty chair
and as today winds down to night
your smile forms up around me
sharp and turned just enough
to know what's next and still enjoy
the soft and bright unfolding
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Paul Trimble Poem
Five Words
five words crawl up beside me
intimate warm deep like an echo
thunder along the canyon that is my mind
this passage was not planned
happens each time I stop believing
it is movement that I adore
motion to emotion
light into delight
hope into the power that
pulls all meaning aside
end grows to endure
be begin
forgotten
for given
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