26JUL09

Here comes a tale from the heart

never quite alone yet sitting apart

beating patiently for a tedious mind

not quite friendly but never unkind

burning thoughts into a broken soul

words that run freely and others that crawl

22JUL09

Remember numb-mumbled talk,
breaking open silent tapestry
seeking to forget
the past, and yet
finding memories buried in history

Remember days standing by a shore,
forged in sunlight crisp air
perceiving the calm
sense it disarms
a tangled web nostalgia-created hair

Remember gazing star-studded sky,
bursting brightness breaking blindly.
Onto a held gaze
swallowing days
when recalled history weaves inside of me.

20JUL09

Through the fog we can see
the shoreline and the trees

softly, softly now we tread
eyes wide heart with dread

what has past and is to come
search alone, find everyone

...

...

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What I remember is not what I seem to remember...

I.K. Estbon

...

There are beautiful things...

Yet
--it
----remains
------to
--------be
----------seen

Whether the peace of nature will strike...

I.K. Estbon

10JUL09

luminous pillow through shuttered eyes
memories sweeping dream-like reality
sunken beneath the flesh still burning
hope created by eternal yearning

...

This world is too confusing, almost as if I'm detached from it...

Perhaps it is time to explore the unknown world, the places where I have little understanding... There is nothing I understand of this place.

Can there be any solution to disconnection?

I.K. Estbon

...

End this day and bring the morning.
It can shine and guide the day.

Darkness falls in curtains.

I.K. Estbon

...

Death comes eventually, or it finds us earlier...

I.K. Estbon

...

...

Can the haze ever disappear?

Are we left to walk blindly through the fog till we can no longer see the road...

Does the road disappear or do we?

I.K. Estbon