I like the transiency of chalk art
inhabiting the same space
as Tibetan sand mandalas
impermanent as sunshine
or that look
you almost gave me
over your shoulder
parting
with a tug
that says
I’ll be here
until it rains
David Trudel © 2013
I like the transiency of chalk art
inhabiting the same space
as Tibetan sand mandalas
impermanent as sunshine
or that look
you almost gave me
over your shoulder
parting
with a tug
that says
I’ll be here
until it rains
David Trudel © 2013
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some days emerge fossilized and stratified
revealing undercurrents of flow interrupted
time weights
broken as shakers shook
lying busted
some days sit rocky
heavy and ponderous
but hardly impervious
hardly
some days are ground
down
ground
into pieces
minutely
into beaches
where time
ebbs
some days are the moment
the tide is full
directionless
waiting for a pull from a slingshot dance
some days skip
flat rocks slapping
wet kisses at ten minutes to midnight
some days are always rocky
David Trudel © 2013
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Every morning she walks her dog along the beach
Alone with her thoughts
She knows what size of stick to scavenge
For the dog to retrieve
It’s become a formal ritual for them
She chooses the stick
Pretends she doesn’t like it at all
Throws it as far away as she can
The dog explodes with purpose
To get the stick and to return it
Each time she throws the stick
She releases a little tension
Gives away a worry or a fear
The dog retrieves the stick but not the worry
That’s part of the ritual
The absolution of innocence
Washes her troubles away
David Trudel © 2013
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I’d like to take a moment to say thank you to my readers. I have some very faithful visitors to this site and I am humbled by your interest and support. For those of you who also write I apologize for not visiting your sites as much as I should. Again, thanks for reading what I write.
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Sometimes it’s enough
Sufficient
To simply experience a moment
By itself
Without thinking about yesterday and tomorrow
It’s enough
To watch dusk slipping into night
As the heat of the sun radiates from the rocks
Where you stand barefoot
Empty
Just enjoying the impossible shades of bruised violet
Unburdened
Having found tranquility
In being unable to shoulder burdens
Things that are too heavy to lift
I am no Atlas or Sisyphus to take on the impossible
It is enough to stand on this rock
Without worrying about carrying it
And through the freedom of the unburdened
Discover peace in the eternal now of a sunset
David Trudel © 2013
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In the thin heat of late summer
Every picnic is bittersweet
As leaves bleed green and turn to rust
July’s refreshing breeze
Is now a portent of autumn storms
Flights of birds climb airstairs
Chanting their exit visas
Winging it
Still, the day holds heat enough
To shorewalk barefoot
Letting gentle tides kiss your toes
With the languor of a late afternoon lover
Satiated with passion
But not with affection
David Trudel © 2013
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In these echoes
Of fin de siècle somnolence
We wait in apprehension
Of the next great conflagration
When we wake up
Again
After it all
It will seem so quaint
The way we live now
In such fearful security
Balancing the knife edge of
Civilized barbarism
Against possibilities of miracles and magic
With one hand on technology
And the other placed above your heart
All you want
Is one more day
Of normal
One more day
Until it starts
David Trudel © 2013
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It was only a moment
A slice
Like a knife into the centre
Of my heart, or something
Something, since you didn’t even know
Your eyes betrayed you
And you were unaware
Blissfully
Of the knife in your hand
Which, nonetheless, slid between ribs
To find a mark
Crossing off another
Claim jumper
With a look
David Trudel © 2013
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With all your flaws and demons
Your troubles and pain
You still burn with starlight
Bright enough to require sunglasses
When I see you
Blazing
I think solar explosions
And fusion
A celestial beacon
Signaling unmatched intensity
A crucible
Where thoughts and actions
Explode
Into fractured reflections
Creating brilliant mosaics
To mark your passage
David Trudel © 2013
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Chores
Today is a day for small chores
Bringing water like some forgotten sky god
For my green prisoners
Next, I vacuum
Stirring the dust and detritus
Harvesting peanut shells and dust bunnies
For memories and lost thoughts
My routines are commonplace
Comforting in their normalcy
Giving me the illusion of some fragile permanence
That might stand against the intransigence of power
Forgetting that state control is as prevalent here
As it ever was in war zones and dictatorships
Where terror slams like bullets into unarmed crowds
And poetry is bloodwritten on pockmarked concrete
By the dying
Who no longer water houseplants
But bleed out their innocence on city streets
David Trudel © 2013
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