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Jc Cline Poem
There is a space between
when eyelids touch our
parturient soul
and out of this black that
Softens comes a new day
and we are again
within
reborn
with discovered Joy's.
And having been ressurected in
that space between;
a new vision clear
a sky more blue
a love more pure
a life more near.
There is a space between.
Copyright © Jc Cline | Year Posted 2018
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Jc Cline Poem
Seashells
In these early morning hours I find myself unable to run from my thoughts....they catch me,
"I show them the table" there is no hiding,
there is no suppressing.
The silence that I seek at the end of a long week is a double edged sword; providing both clarity and confusion. In the clarity I find hope, peace and satisfaction in all the little victories.
The confusion comes later as I sink deeper into my bed, the black ceiling closes in and heaviness fills my chest.
I'm trapped here.
Alone.
Meanwhile,
on the shore of my heart the Trojan horse prepares innocently,
waiting for 2:43am.
I am defenseless as I hear the rusty trap door swing.
A battle ensues...
At 3:37am I walk the same shore collecting seashells,
I bring them to the table....sit, rest my head and sleep in the shade of my equine friend.
Copyright © Jc Cline | Year Posted 2019
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the night comes unafraid of me
moving steadily through growing shadows
air crisp with lazy moon glowing.
somewhere lovers sing unafraid of the night
and somewhere hearts become one
embracing distant structured lights.
as for me I long for the day
pushing the night away.
Copyright © Jc Cline | Year Posted 2017
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A Horizontal pause in the evening light
staring up
feeling content on Earths soft floor.
Clouds confused pausing...seeming to
protect us from distant lights.
Eyes fixed, fragile hearts willing to
receive all beauty available
in this elevated silence.
White cliffs, soft clouds;
our infinite audience as natures
lazy applause moves gently over us.
Silent moments become my voice
as I gaze once more,
your soft features enhancing this finite world.
Overwhelmed with joy let me stay here
in an unfiltered state and breathe deeply.
Let this be not be a waking moment
but an awakening moment that
colors in lifes blank canvas.
And as we begin our slow vertical
stroll back to a more familair Territory
may this Horizontal pause keep me company
throughout my brief slumber.
Copyright © Jc Cline | Year Posted 2018
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