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transposed

Shapes folding into shapes
and reemerging renewed;
fractal incarnations
shimmering and holding
for just the amount of time it takes
to register a pattern
then disappearing and reappearing
as if nothing had changed at all
except you.

by matt at shadow of iris
transposed

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    lift me up

    Set atop
    her brother’s shoulders
    she puts the prism
    just right
    and in a nick of time;
    the sun streams in
    brilliant spectral colors
    light up the room;
    rainbow faces
    cast aglow
    in bliss.

    by matt at shadow of iris
    lift me up

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      presage

      He’d grown the small sprout
      as a school project
      and while many of the children
      had thrown theirs away upon returning home;
      he’d taken his deep into the woods
      where he knew
      there was a small clearing
      and once there
      he dug a small hole
      and prepared to plant
      the seedling,
      but first he held it
      in the palm of his hand
      and feeling its tiny weight
      he shut his eyes
      so that time could spiral forward
      and he could see
      years from now
      at this very same spot
      thick gnarled roots
      pushing deep,
      a heavy anchoring in old soil
      from which stretched up a massive trunk
      that reached so far it scraped the sky;
      while each fork in each extending branch
      created a unique pattern
      that revealed in its own way
      the history
      of each drop of rain that had fallen
      and each breeze that had blown;
      the whole tree with a dignity
      that resides only in those
      who have survived long enough
      to call themselves old.

      When the shoot had been planted
      and watered generously,
      he bent low
      and to its tiny leaves
      he whispered,
      enjoy.

      by matt at shadow of iris
      presage

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        cherry sweet

        Your life is flickering by
        each moment
        another slice of the pie;
        savor the bite you take
        today.

        by matt at shadow of iris
        cherry sweet

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          yesterday’s love

          A sharp needle set against
          rigid ripples of vinyl
          sets off a tune
          as I watch time
          turn to pink.

          by matt at shadow of iris
          yesterday's love

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            underneath

            Listen to the ground
            and hear the sounds;
            for the earth is not silent
            but moves beneath you
            shifting through time
            molten
            soft
            regenerating;
            it stirs.

            by matt at shadow of iris
            underneath

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              time

              Time
              passes
              slowly

              days
              linger

              long
              spacious
              free.

              – matt at shadow of iris
              time

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                impulse

                Impulse
                follows rule
                giving rise
                to form.

                Mysteries
                locked inside
                empty skulls
                hidden in a closet
                and lost in time.

                – matt at shadow of iris
                impulse

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                  second chance

                  Your dreams
                  seep from you
                  a vapor
                  rolling out the window
                  where a stranger nearby
                  unexpectedly
                  finds himself
                  smiling.

                  Time drifts
                  past you
                  and flows downwards
                  pulling you along.

                  A flower blooms
                  and in it
                  you see your heart,
                  a small angel
                  offers it to you;
                  a second chance.

                  – matt at shadow of iris
                  second chance

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                    dry bones

                    Ghosts
                    that have faces
                    but no eyes
                    whisper secrets
                    you thought no one knew.

                    Nostalgia
                    tinged with melancholy
                    about a time that was
                    but now will never be.

                    Heavy hearts that sag
                    and feel the weight
                    of actions taken
                    then regretted;
                    the past, a frozen thing
                    unalterable.

                    Places in the heart
                    lost and waiting,
                    take my hand
                    and lead it towards the light;
                    a truth outside the truth
                    always lost.

                    Dry bones
                    out in the desert
                    still searching
                    for that water.

                    I don’t know
                    who you are
                    so I try to face you
                    unflinchingly
                    and to make you feel
                    not ashamed.

                    Dry bones
                    out in the desert
                    still searching
                    for some love.

                    – matt at shadow of iris
                    dry bones

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