Julie Dant

I thought I sensed your presence
In the sultry southern night
Was it you? Were you there?
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If only I could go
travel back to when
life was oh, so simple
then.
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As I stood upon the brink of life
And looked into the murky depths
I knew my soul would soon be lost
If I took just one more faltering step
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Gnarled Black Walnut trees
Bared of leaves
Stark against metal sky
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In a darkening woods
a tree stands...separate...
as if to say 'I shall not blend.'
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Changes....
they are not welcome
I have so much trouble accepting
I fight against them 'till I am weary
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They stand alone- stark and forgotten
Forlorn and sad and slowly fading
I am reminded of old times past
And of the memories that lie awaiting.
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Wood and stone or flesh and bone... in the end nature wins.
A creeper vines crookedly up the old stones …
upon which it depends.
Gnarled old hands reach up to give a caress to the fresh young leaves
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I've been craving your sweetness
I drank you melted into my coffee this morning.
And carried you with me all the day long.
I can feel you there swimming gently in my head.
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In the long shadows of my life, as yet another
day spent itself, settling softly down for it’s
impending nocturnal rest, I was in contemplation
of my journey…my sojourn…my never ending
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Never had he spoken of what they saw
He’d held it back- his emotions raw
Until this day when it came to pass
He found the name etched in black glass
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Softly Winter Lies

Softly
the hard winter lies.
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So….when I need you……
What am I supposed to do?
Must I reach across Orion?
Must I hurdle the moon?
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The ravishment is thorough…
Utterly encompassing.
Nothing is left untouched.
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I love you.
I want you.

I want you to love me
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In the aftermath….
I lie cradled still in your arms
Languid
Satiated
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Teetering here
Upon the brink
Of lofty self-delusion
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“Silence is hovering above the Atlantic.”
he tells her.
“Hush...hush darling! ” he tries to
calm her.
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Soulmates, we
a melding of two
Never physically to know
This whole life through
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The starkness of white upon the green
The paper is crisp. Crisp and clean
A rustle of wind- a flutter of pages
Words written down- never to be seen
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