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In Deep
In Deep
Waters surround, swallow sound
refract the light and I
am light
Heavy here
weightless underneath the weight of seas
Lighthouses ashore, assured,
left unseen
There is an ocean to wade through
though, first, one needs to sense
up and left
downside and right
but the sun is set
while gravity can’t lend itself to
the one situation where it would be of use
That’s physics for you.
Covered in deep
Lost so long as to think those navy ripples
could be sky-clouds
Trying to figure out a shape or figure in them
to pass the time
perchance they’ll assemble themselves
into some sensible meaning
But they’re no product of conscious consequence
Just chance patterns subject to a need
for gleaning
It becomes tiring
fighting the cold and numb
I’d drowse, succumb
but lungs won’t allow it
considering a resumption of their employment
inevitably comes with sleep
That’s the pons, you see.
So, rather than rest and drown
I’ll retain my breath
Someone must love the suspense
Fits hand-in-glove with the tension of
static
Pulled, quartered, evenly, so, stilled
as the will commits to simple existence Continue reading
Separate
A day can go by where I separate the moments we spend “together”, we’ll call it, from myself. My breath, I catch, and relieve my consciousness from the attempt of reaching ideal: our satifaction. Together, we’re supposed to be, to … Continue reading
Amie
The cards you sent faithfully,
blue ink, sweet words; matched your eyes.
Certain songs take me back to that talk
that February night you consoled this distraught mind,
my torment you
eased for a moment.
A cavity creeps into my chest by
small triggers of memory. In a hike
alone, your face flashes, those eyes
pang and pierce while I step over every stick and stone
that you cannot.
There is no reception for my idle thoughts
suspending themselves at the edge of my mouth, ones
I’d love for you to listen to,
to listen as you respond to,
but you cannot.
Archetypal wants and rue about
you, I know I’m not alone in – it all
points to premature departure.
It hurts how willful; I am not enraged or affronted, just
wishing you could have fully felt the cumulative affections
of each soul, every smile you provoked: not without meaning.
I would that words could soak and seep into your
cracks to fill them,
embraces could have pulled them together and tears to seal
them.
The dates on
your headstone:
October 20th, 1972
April 19th, 2014
41
Not even halfway done, I don’t think.
The mark you made here is
amplified in absence; that’s how we identify reality.
It still is.
You still are.
The lighthouse you shined to your sons in life,
may you also be through sorrow. Continue reading
Curious About the Place I’d Grown Up In
Curious: about the place I’d grown up in.
Hometown visit
tracing the route I’d take,
juvenile on bicycle or blade,
or foot with my childhood best
friend, sometimes alone, out to the swimming pool;
railroad tracks, sugarhouse,
the park,
all blue
sky,
seas,
green aground,
chlorine, adventure between
classes; the library,
new as it was to me; infinite
then.
It used to be on a corner across the park on
72
but now, a neglect of nook within
that field we’d fly kites across. Gone.
The change I
cannot justify. Continue reading
Posted in Christianity, God, Literature, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged about me, childhood, Faith, Literature, memories, park, parks, Personal, Poems, Poetry, Writing
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Sleeping Beside My Overly Affectionate Assassin Cat
Midnight, I fell asleep three hours ago. She takes
advantage of my vulnerability and at
first my mind rejoins myself disoriented, the
grog releasing; its precedent is my knowing that
it’s only her; false alarm, this is not quicksand
nipping good…night (? I don’t know what time it is to her) to my right cheek.
Eyes closed and about-face, another direction, reposition into a cozy
orientation.
She shows her affront, or persistence … both by
stepping on my face with both
paws.
Again, the grog keeps me still and the familiar enables
me to fall asleep until slowly,
I can’t entirely breathe;
a fluff a white is clogging my nostrils. A chuckle, muffled, bemused at the
flashback of a paranoid paperback character –
Pertinence!
I barrel-roll to
the left to dislodge my feline assassin friend.
To cuddle with her is to stay up far too late yet to
neglect is to suffer threats to suffocate. I
usually pick sleep,
so she attempts to take me out in the
fashion of Huple’s cat versus
Hungry Joe.
I’m darned if I do.
Darned if I don’t Continue reading
The Key to Winter
The key to winter is finding meaning in grays, clouds — absence of sky amongst the smog and bare twigs; life in the suspension thereof. Warmth within, despite the biting cold strolling along the sidewalks. Embrace frost, see its intricacies. … Continue reading
Hebrews 12:1-2 on my mind today: Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that … Continue reading
Untitled
~October 2008. Still pertinent. Nichole Sanderson Caught up in cacophonies of conflict and quarreling Ensnared in strongholds of pretension, insubordination, the vogues of my generation and conjoined; I can’t cut the link between who was and who should be, yet … Continue reading
Posted in Christian Walk, Poetry
Tagged Christian, Christianity, Duality, Faith, God, Jesus Christ, Poem, Poetry, Religion, Spirituality, war
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The Heart First
January 25, 2012 Nichole Sanderson I’m pummeled by imposters Lord, I know You’re not a scoffer So why are my fears so close to convincing me That You won’t really love Unless I prove my offered place above is well-deserved … Continue reading
Posted in Christian Walk, Poetry
Tagged Christianity, comfort, Faith, God, grace, heart, inspiration, Jesus Christ, Love, Poetry, Religion, Spirituality, Trust
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“Published”! And Stuff
Alright, so I’m finally a published poet! Except I can’t say “finally” since this is the first time I’ve ever attempted to put myself out there. And I can’t use the term “published” in its traditional sense because it’s an … Continue reading
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Tagged Edit, Editing, Editor, Folio, Literary, Literature, Magazine, Oscar Wilde, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Publication, Publish, Published, SLCC
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Daniel Song
Does life ever throw things at you that leave you asking, “Why in the world do I have to go through this crap?!” Me too! ———————————————–————————– Daniel Song July, November 2011 Nichole Sanderson I glanced down one day to find … Continue reading
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Tagged Christ, Christian, Christianity, Daniel, Faith, Faithful, Faithfulness, Fear, Fire, God, Jesus, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Religion, Song, Songs, Spirituality, Trust
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Interlude
Have no fear! Lighter reading is here! In consideration of Pt. II‘s theme of faithfulness, I think the timing is appropriate. ———————————————– He Will Come July 2011 Is God a man that He should lie? Or a thief that He … Continue reading
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Tagged Christ, Christian, Christianity, Faith, Faithful, Faithfulness, God, Jesus, Jesus Christ, Patience, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Song, Songs, Trust
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