Monthly Archives: January 2014

ambiguous

some days are like that

 

what?

 

ambiguous

 

not quite a total fucking disaster

but not bad either

 

gotcha, says he

 

it’s the middle of winter

but when the sun shines

even a grey day

shows some colour

like a redwinged blackbird

on a fenceline

 

tenuous as hell

 

when its raining and cold

it all gets to be

ambiguous

like that

 

 

David Trudel       © 2014

 

 

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sunset

this day there was a choir

singing

as we approached the beach

for real

in a circle

entoning celestial voices against

moist slurps percussively

arriving

 

there was a rock

to shelter against

in the brilliant light

of cadenced winter

 

there was your face

reflecting the wind

the crows paid no attention

as they chortled their way across tideline buffets

 

manicured dogs careen along this margin

we disregard the others

absorbed

in a dialogue that dances into

yesterday

until we enter the present

capturing moments

with precision and obliqueness

 

entering into a realm where colours shift

with each tilt of the head

where land slips beneath the waves

and rocks turn into sand

beneath our feet

 

as dusk purples distant mountains

gulls cry

I look at you

thinking

that sometimes sunsets have supporting roles

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2014

 

 

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fogdrifts

fogdrifts

lift and pull

veiling now

then screaming into

forever

 

lights in the distance

haloed

and then whoosh

goodbye fellow traveler

let me bless your journey

into my past

while I blow through yours

 

on a subliminal level

each environmental cue

prompts reflexive jumps

into defensive awareness

 

self-destructive

 

shedding ego I open

my eyes to alternative possibilities

of destruction

involving me or not

 

cases

may be

made

 

 

David Trudel       ©  2014

 

 

 

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Haiku – January 16

in darkness I wake

to the light of your soul

illuminating mine

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2014

 

 

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tree song

needles on each dancing branch

pull keening sounds from the wind

singing regrets that they can’t fly

like empty exiles

doomed to restlessness

each sound a friction

between immovable and unstoppable

wistful and beautiful

as silhouettes of trees against the night

rooted into place

but longing to take flight

 

 

David Trudel  © 2014

 

 

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shooting star

under starshine you glow

mithril strong

a crescent moon

slices my heart

open

while gentle waves tug

sending aural strokes

slurping

along the dark

wet margin

where we walk

inhaling salt tang

absorbing each moment

with every sense

involved

waiting

behind you a meteor streaks

falling into

the realm of promises and dreams

dusting magic

into my eyes

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2014

 

 

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eyes

some moments are so beautiful

they melt

like I do

when you see me

like that

 

 

David Trudel  © 2014

 

 

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