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Robert Riseling Poem
Another morn
The same but different
First notes, forlorn
Scales, arpeggios drift
In mundane form
Music yet unborn
Repetition of hopes
Dreams remembrance
Escape my horn
Unbound free
The same but different
Another time
Of yesterdays todays
Tomorrows
The same but different
Like life
Like death
The one we know
The other not
Yet
The same but different
New music
Myriad images
Emotion thought feelings
Escape briefly heard
Short Lived
The same but different
Born of breath
Died for naught
Descending scale
Falling third
Silence
The same but different
Today I sing
As yesterday
And tomorrow will repeat
The same but different
New yet old
Old but new complete
The same but different
Time within time
Measured unmeasured
Free inevitable
The same but different
And now I finish
Maybe later but certainly
Tomorrow to return
The same but differently
Final notes die with the breath
No sound remains
Internally heard still there
Floating on hidden air
Resonant replete
The same but differently
An unending line
The same but different
A circle seeking
Knows not its begin
Nor its end
The same but different
Life death music
Dance in rhythm
Coupled
Tandem continuum
In time
The same but differently
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another day passes
light fading
darkness slowly
pushing the last rays
beyond the orbs curve
and night arrives
unchallenged
warmth and heat
remain
undminished
yet longly lingering
sightless shimmering
absent the sun
disappeared
a lightly blowing
breeze gently
stirs the grass
the leaves
passing without
judgement or
comment
appearing in reverse
tomorrow
will come
old or new
repeated ritual
does what it does
as is replaces was
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no movement
on its face
time
halted
reflection contemplation
memories hope
wishes desires
relaxation nothingness
accelerated perceptions
whatever
thank you
these extra unmeasured
moments
before
the hands move
the pulse continues
endless
together
until mine
doesn't
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a strong breeze
and the leaves
of these trees
begin speaking
sing in gentle voice
for the choice
is not theirs
the wind
moved and strummed
fingered and thumbed
by the invisible source
their movements endorse
nature's improvised tune
theirs not to invent
the wind
the tall stately pines
add their own lines
with a whoosh
and a swoosh
as they sway
and they play
in counterpoint
the wind
the symphony's soft
the sounds from aloft
but ears that hear
aural and clear
the phrases within
unknown melodies
freshly made songs
the wind
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quiet green
sun spread shasde
a canopy of
splendorous
tall trees
height and girth
worth their years
leaves sparkling
with the last
wet brilliant
gems of morning dew
passing through
this earthly temple
only marked
by nature's hand
i am silently
touched and changed
by the magic
and the beauty
of this singular
moment
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darkness lightens
rays beams of faint
distant light
illuminate the horizon
in views less dim
emerging anew
the paints of the gods
reflect their color tinged
passion for another day
bright beautiful
and with it
hope clean and oure
dreams of greater things
and the sky
looks down
smiling
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t'is dark
no city lights
the stars
twinkle sparkle
so bright
send their beams
into the night
clean and clear
the vision
passing shadows
of clouds
transparent opaque
so close so near
one sudden flare
of brilliant movement
captures my eye
flashes 'cross the sky
and i was there
to see it die
such wndrous beauty
steals my breath
quickens my pulse
captivates my soul
and for this small part
time forgets death
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words
not quite seen
not quite heard
freely floating
drifting aimlessly
beyond a misty screen
directionless unmotivated
in collective solitude
until
an unprovoked spark
undirected unknowingly
seeks grasps
their trailing tendrils
orders and thrusts them
conjoined in breathless
wonder into something
more
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time
moves ever
on
from or toward
and briefly
visits
at
knows not its
power
cares not the hour
then or now or
when
was is or will
does not itself
measure
on the unseen
clock
no hands define
its passage
invisible
unchallenged
in its path
unfettered
on it's journey
marching
the drummer knows not
where
inevitable
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in the
peace and turmoil
from the
innermost places
of the
soul's universe
where
private distilled thoughts
ideas
concise and completely
arrive
gifts from whom
in
clear and eloquent
bright
flashes of brilliance
illumination
unspoken and forgotten
disappear
escaope remembrance
then
between yes and no
gone
like smoke rings
lost
in quiet silence
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