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The Writer’s Wheel

ivanhope — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 02:39:12 +0000

to match the voice as heard in memory
align two minds that share the craft of self
define the moment held ‘tween him and me
the man I am made distant from past wealth
a pauper now with alms held out in shame
scraps of word stretched above an alley fire
bullion based thoughts bubble despite no claim
dead kindling dreams crackle beneath the pyre
hands clutched within my fading wrap of cloth
brittle the bones that once had mastery
shrunken this breath barely retains a cough
if legs gave out I would not trust my knee
and so descends my split self into fear
each time I take the writer’s wheel to steer

an irony in the posting

ivanhope — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 23:01:44 +0000

From time to time I need to leave my words behind
not to be read or wondered at or otherwise considered
but rather left to die the death of progress made in increment
the writer’s daily dose of attrition from his mind
past ego, beyond plot construction, beneath the hatching of infant worlds
a token sacrifice to the very process itself
a measure of the writer’s ability to generate words
as well as endure the mortality of those words
and accept how that reflects upon the writer himself

the first tabula…

ivanhope — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:09:19 +0000

these thoughts shall shame my trepidatious tread
where the whispers warm the winding of my curiosity
a tabula retaught toward the tainted touch of time
scoured surface shared beneath the roar of rasan memory
this calloused canvas caught between the birthing and the blade
as spartan strokes seduce a science so dreamed by destiny
while we walk the wounded water of our promised imperfection
sensing every searching step sang across the sanguine sea
wander waiting for the wave that will guide us to our God
fast forgetting all the fear that flavors possibility
for we’ve found the hidden smile haunting each horizon’s hope:
the day will die and dawn again in this dance infinity…