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Word dancer

Word dancer take flight

Grand jete across the stage

Or tango close to explicit

We will follow your lead




David Trudel  © 2013




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Unleavened words never rise

No matter how much they’re kneaded

Or needed

If these words get punched and slapped around

They’ll hang together

Suffering rough justice

Flattened into inedibility

Until they’re broken down

Composted into rich loam

Where fresh thoughts rise anew



David Trudel     © 2013




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Tomorrow I will trade mysteries with myths

I will climb mountains that collapse into hills

I will listen to the earth

I will search for new words

I will look for the sayers


My ears will be as open as the sky

I’ll be as confused

As my mixed metaphors

But I will make connections

I will pull hearts together



David Trudel  ©  2013



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I pulled into the driveway

Turned off the ignition

Went to get groceries out of the back of the car

A noise startled me

Could the car still be running, I thought

What’s broken now

Reflected in the rear window was the source of my dismay

Low flying raven beating its wings a few feet above my head

I looked up and watched as it settled into a tree across the street

To croak its urgent message

Which went over my head



David Trudel    © 2013



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I hunt echoes and intimations in this namesake place

Of maybes and might have beens

In bricked and mortared past

In the curiosities of the consigned

Remnants of revenants reverberate

In my imagined mystery I bend rules

Explorers plant no flags of conquest

Mapmakers erase artificial borders

Ditching nation state madness for universal rights for all

I hunt echoes and intimations of alternate realities

Where wonders are invented daily

By wild eyed inventors who live in towers

I look for a world where art is valued more than commerce

Where assimilation is a word not found in any dictionary

Where style and grace matter more than brute strength

And in this quest I briefly hear

The last fading notes of a steam whistle pulling away



David Trudel    © 2013



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Calm bliss fills my mind

Peaceful tranquility reigns

Until boredom wakes



David Trudel   ©  2013


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Backlit by gaslight she vanishes

Around the corner into the fog

I calibrate gears and dials on my forearm finder

Adjust the setting to mysterious and flip the brass toggle

I’m rewarded with whirs and clicks

Clockwork hands spin wildly

Much like my heart did a few moments earlier

When she came into the bistro, looked briefly around

And then left, abruptly, without a sound

Now the finder points the way

Into crooked alleys and unmarked lanes

Where I see no winsome beauty in high buttoned boots

But I smell a faint trace of her scent in the damp air

I hasten forward

As I turn a corner I see her

Ascending a rope ladder into an airship

A hand reaches out and pulls her in

The ship shudders, swivels and moves ahead

Picking up steam

So I flip the switch and walk away




David Trudel  © 2013



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