in contraction
pulling back to that
gloaming within
shuttering up spaces
where the light gets in
shush now
in contraction
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fade
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash i am old ink fading
on paper browned
save a prayer
to send on the wind
after me for
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slumberinthat
chilldaycrawl
intobedcavegrey
turnofftheworld
sleepysadweary
slumberinthatplace
wherethereis
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1%
Photo by Jeff Wade on Unsplash I’m toying around with joining the less than one-percent.
No, I’m not buying into a get rich quick scheme involving illusionary money (all money is illusionary, but that’s a topic for a different post). Or joining an “Outlaw” bikers club.
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upcycle
Photo by Serenay Tosun on Unsplash how to upcycle a life
of mistake, misfit
and misgivings?
tug at the seams
pull out the stitching
let panels fall to a pile
trim off the worn
stained and blemished
fill in with color
with what remains and
sew back together
with a passion
that, my friends, is
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tossing a rune — 04sep25
nauthiz relearning to
read the winds again
to bend an ear to oak
to let her river
wash over me
to rise within smokeA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is nauthiz, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among the interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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tossing a rune — 04sep25
Fallout
Photo by Juan Montana on Unsplash As I hit publish on the piece falling yesterday, I was visited with the memory of recording my very first song which, of course, had very little to do with the piece written yesterday.
Honestly? I’d forgotten the event entirely. But fragments of the song came back and I couldn’t figure out until this morning why the song sounded familiar.
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before the jading
Photo by Nam Lê on Pexels.com back before the jading
i wore trust on my sleeve
heart portable,
to give away free
but that was
back before the jading
might i carve to whale
with the piling up
of so much green
had i the skill,
i might carve to whale
but time has drifted
and i, a drifter from dream
suspicious of dealers in jade
unlike those days
without whales
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falling
having slipped through the land
last night, here, through
this clay stuff found under feet
i wondered at my mouth
forgetting the words to speak
and realize we are blind
and none can hear
what i say in the anyway
including me.
so i gave over to falling
until i could fall no more
and sat unexpectant down
there in the below
waiting for the dark sun days
to call me back up, out
and forth, but only
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