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Peter And Shahla Nygaard Poem
Ahead of us lies the unknown
The flatline horizon betrays
The beating heart of the ocean
Each beat causing a swell
Each swell causing us to sway
Out in the open, enclosed in the womb
Umbilically linked to our mother
Daily we reminisce of the island we left behind
The families that will live without us
The paths we will never walk again
We try to keep our thoughts on new paths
On stepping in the footprints of our ancestors
But darkness falls and fear reigns over us
Shrouding hope in a veil of obscurity
Will we fall into non-existence
Will we wish our existence to end
Damnable transient emotions
Ever dispelling our confidence
In the gloom hangs a twinkle of hope
Our hearts mirrored by the sky
Opening and showing us the way
A timeless voyage into our island universe
Copyright © Peter And Shahla Nygaard | Year Posted 2015
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Peter And Shahla Nygaard Poem
Pinhead sized raindrops fall in numbers, attempting to imitate fog
Green needled giants with red bark stand at attention and point at the sky
The odd deciduous turns yellow as though in fear of the impending cold
They are dwarfed by valley walls which are sealed above by oppressive clouds
Mighty Columbia drops an ice cold tongue, coloured from the cleanest blue to the dirtiest grey, to lick the valley floor
It drools crystal clear water and spits moraine
POP!
The wood makes the same sound being split by fire or by axe
We face each other on a bench by the stove
We alternate sides attempting to maintain a balance between the side feeling the heat of the stove and the other being chilled by the mountain breeze
Our hot side like the heat of summer and our cold side like the chill of winter
The seasons change in us as they do outside
Each season returning to itself in the course of time
White streaks through dark night-sky-hair to slowly become the meteor shower that awaits us
Copyright © Peter And Shahla Nygaard | Year Posted 2015
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