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Poem of the Day – And the Sun

The tide knows nothing but to pull and break. Just as time lingers on for the seasons to take. And the moon teases softly the night that longs for grace. Its kiss is quick yet bottomless before it slips beneath God’s lace. I know the tide will drift and die and each swift season will…

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Submit Your Work for Poem of the Week

In honor of National Poetry Month I’m going to be selecting one poem per week to be displayed as a sticky to the front page of JasonCarnrike.com for that week. The poem can be on any topic, rhyming or not. Use the form below to submit your best work for consideration. [contact-form-7 id=”72″ title=”Untitled”] Keep…

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Dust

A gracious wind blows, it stirs the dying ground. Bitter, cracked, and dry in wake of a drought left unbound. It swirls the parched remains of a life with lonely hue, so I’ll grind myself into dust and let the wind carry me to you. © Jason JG Carnrike 2013

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The Ruler of All Kings

“This way.” it says, the wind to the storm. “You are not but swells of anger beating on the shore. Come with me and spill your wrath with precision.” “I need you not.” it bellows, the storm to the wind. What are you that means to push with might you can’t claim as your own?…

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Night Shall Fall

Night shall fall and day shall pass, but this heart, it will not waver. I’ve made a choice to hear your voice and it is that I wish to savor. Crashing waves will tease the shore, salty castles kept from drying. Those tides will come, then leave again, but my truth will be undying. My…

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Realization

It’s dark in here. Black as night. Blacker still, as pitch. It’s cold and confined. The air is stale and stifling. I can barely breathe. What is this place? My chest is tight. My breath, shallow. My heart is racing, pulse pounding. Fever building to a cold sweat. Stubborn lungs won’t compress. I’m suffocating. Deafening…

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Space, Death and Love

Space is never ending, it is timeless, free and wide. It envelops all we know like petals ‘round a bloom with nectar deep inside, while starving souls consume. Death is ever reaching, we must meet it all someday. It comes with tears and light, whether we be found or alone, like clouds that fade away…

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