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This Day

This moment of inspiration

Floats, suspended in eternal grace

Briefly seen

It seems to disappear

But that’s just a trick of the light

Dancing flickerflames of love’s combustion

Cavorting to madcap rhythms

Long into the night

We dance, naked and defenseless


Now, barely brushing outstretched fingertips


Now, pressing together every inch of raw mortality


Now, synthesizing our separate selves into integrated newness


Sharing a heartbeat

Which is the only sound we hear


Our only thought

Is love

Our only feeling

Is love

The word made flesh

For this brief but everlasting day


David Trudel   ©  2012




Filed under Poetry


Museless, this pen falters


Scratches a line not worth keeping


I explore hollow thoughts and formless dreams

With no success, it’s passionless

And hard to find grand themes in the mundane


My fuel is running low

No last chance service station in sight

When I drift to a halt

I’ll get out and walk

To the museum of passionate love

Looking at static displays of grand moments

Living vicariously

For a moment of white hot intensity

Lost in memories

Lost regrets

But before I leave

I’ll check the lost and found

For a muse

In case


David Trudel   ©  2012




Filed under Poetry