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Mar 22 2006

Haikus for Yous… (To my Lamikin)

Published by under Art,Poetry

Haikus for Yous.

Pluck the strings, my heart
Sings of Spring’s promise.
Love blooms everywhere.

Birch, slender and strong,
Sending shoots toward the sun,
Bending in the wind.

Leaves Fall at your feet.
Carpets of color guide you
To home and husband.

Wool socks, soft and warm,
Hug your feet beneath covers.
Winter’s cold forgotten.

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Mar 22 2006

Who Knew – Lyric

Published by under Music,Poetry,Songs

Green light shines in my eyes
Running down the wall in all
I call to skies

Arms reach out like trees
Stretching out into the hall
To silver seas

Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me

Grass grows inside my shoes
Reaching toward the silent call
From green to Blues

Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]

Dawn comes down to kiss my face
Dancing in the birth of All
A warm embrace

Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]

I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did

[Guitar Solo – Verse only?]

Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]

I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I…

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Mar 22 2006

Transfigured Heart

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Transfigured Heart
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-9-06 3:22 PM

Carry my heart in both hands.
Walk slowly.
Sometimes it feels indestructible
but it isn’t.

Carry it all the way.
Don’t hand it off when it gets heavy.
Help me to lighten it.

Why am I afraid?
It has been bruised and broken,
torn apart, crushed.
My heart, so transfigured, still beats.
It’s rhythm a bit slower, unfamiliar,
but still my own.

Be still, my heart, and, in the silence, listen.
Hear the flutter of a thousand valves.
Each beats with scars, a history of trauma.

Why am I afraid?
I trust your hands, your heart.
Just don’t drop me again.

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Mar 22 2006

A Little Seed

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A Little Seed
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-10-06 7:17 AM

The little boy in footy pajamas,
a shock of curly black hair,
curled into a tight ball on the floor,
impossibly small.
A finger moves, unfolds, and another
followed by wrist, so slowly, so slowly
so smoothly unfolding, his small form flowering.

This performance is his, and we love it.
A little seed sprouting into a flower,
his little body stretched straight,
his fingers reaching for the ceiling.
In those moments, no judgment or doubt,
just the simple joy of blossoming.

Forty years have slipped away,
the flower faded, withered.
That sweet, bright child
so full of innocence and joy,
seems distant now, barely a memory.
His loss lingers in my heart,
but I know he’s a part of
my essential self,
as close as my breathing.

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Mar 22 2006

Wait

Published by under Poetry

Wait
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
3/11/06 3:02 PM

Burn in amber language
Acidic sparks explode
Wonderment cracks a code
Bent by my desire

Burn the fire down
Round turns back again
Pens point and write
The brightness

Crackle snap crack
Don’t lay on my back
Look me in the eye
And say you love me.

Burn your clothes
Run naked through the grass
The sun shines on your skin
Lets begin!

Turn a phrase, a phase
Of endless expansion
Tension released
The beast slumbers
In the ashes.

In the morning
dewdrops glisten
on your eyelashes and nipples.
I wait for you to wake.

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Jan 01 2006

Stain

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Stain
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
© 1-1-2006 (6:58 PM)

This mysterious insect climbs my window sill,
Its mandibles clacking, searching for food.
I crush it, leaving a stain on the gray paint.

This is the way of things. Brute force wiping away
The weak. A kind of tyranny, I guess. This small creature,
Unaware of my presence, surprised at its sudden
Death.

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Nov 23 2005

No Cow

Published by under Art,Poetry,Politics

No Cow
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
11-23-05 @ 11:46 PM

One wonders when the unity of two divides.
The insides of an insight aren’t pretty.
This city knows no bounds.
This half human, ranting at the moon,
Evokes a taste of lye and lemon,
Burning in one’s mouth.

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Oct 19 2005

Work It All Out

Published by under Gratitude,Poetry

Work It All Out
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

This wall seems so high
And it goes on forever.
Can’t get over or, by
Hook or by crook,
Around it.

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Oct 19 2005

Vanity

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Vanity
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.

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Oct 19 2005

Transubstantiation

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Transubstantiation
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

He pulls her to his lips.
Flesh and blood stain them.

This time is sacred,
Filling a holy need.
This moment of surrender
As she bleeds.

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