Breathless

This poem can be read three ways.  You can read the bold lines only, the italics lines only or straight through.

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Dawn, and across the plains: mountains


Eyes, through warm air, and darkness: night


Rising, from seemingly nowhere


Giving almost no clue to what's beyond


     Majestic to the point of awe.


     Delicate, not to the point of weakness.


And knowing


And seeing


       no cause to be so,


       no reason to shy away,


          it leaves one breathless.


          I breath without resistance.

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(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr./>

Gillson Park Playground

Dreamless

 Sleeping,
          dreams elude me.
I know they are there
        waiting
 always waiting
                just outside
my unconscious drift

Waking,
       I am awash with 
 layers of visions
        pushing
 always pushing
                just outside
my periphery
                just outside
my reach

Dreams taunting my pen
       haunting my keyboard

Fleeting wisps
    hoping to be caught
    longing to be inked
               or typed
               or spied

And sometimes
              only sometimes
      touching paper.

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(c) 2012 Norman Dziedzic Jr.

Lectern Accent

(c) 2012 Norman Dziedzic Jr.

Saturday

This poem was written for a web page asking for Saturday poems this last weekend.  You can find that site at this link.

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Sleepover leftovers
washing syrup and bacon grease and utensils
egg shells down the disposal
down the drain
down

Driving here and there and back for
Art fairs and dance recitals and coffee
and Father’s Day cards
(don’t forget the coffee)
driving away and
driving home
driving
me

Eating out with friends
and strangers
and we are all eating
salad mostly
mostly
eating
mostly
driving
down the drain
with the egg shells
with the syrup
with
me

Sleeping over
again and again
sleeping bags
splayed about
about sleeping
and driving
home is here
is sleeping
again
home is
me

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(c) 2012 Norman Dziedzic Jr.

Vastness

The other night

    I looked skyward to see

        Ten million starry worlds

And it made me sad
                   To think

         "How small I really am"


          But thinking more,
              I realized
  
  How great I am

            To be so small
  
  And to perceive

               Such vastness

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(c) 1995 Norman Dziedzic Jr.

The Song

The notes are changed

And the tune's not the same

But the song goes on

After the band's gone

All the speakers torn down

The song goes on

And the crowd still cheers

And the hypocrite jeers

But this song has played

For the last million years

Now this one single note

Screams out over space

But the thousands of ears

Refuse to hear

Nobody cares

The staff is fading

All the treble clefs bleed

The whole scene most degrading

The time signature

No more regarded

The tempo

Grossly retarded

Fortissimo dead and gone

Pianissimo lives on

Soft and long ... the song

No more can it measure

To the once sterling bars

Of the antiquated fanfare

The song goes on

And the song goes on

In hope of an ear

Somewhere down the line

But like fairy-tales

The child is grown

The dream is gone

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(c) 1983 Norman Dziedzic Jr.