David Michael Jackson Poems

The clock ticks but I cannot hear it.
my spirit is not eased
this long day of moments
here I sit
here I sit
here I sit
chin in hands
chin in hands

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There are no dreams left
in the dream barrel,
only work to be done and
hope.
Hope will do, to fill a day,
to walk among the words again as if
dropped into clouds, which
wait for me to
fall
silently into the sky
swollen with the tears
of the children
of
war.
Oh, I will fall
in silence
no more.

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I am no Pound
just an ounce of pure innocence
at best
we forget the child
and are very lucky if we
are suddenly old enough or
fragile enough
to examine a stone
or laugh as we
run
or explore
again
wander the creek again

finding the perfect skipping stone takes
patience
must be important to
be worth the effort
as the stone is lost
as are we
after a few great _ _ _ skips

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For Just A Second

Glimpses through the trees,

landscapes captured for a second

from the highways,

these are what is left of your

world when you don’t pull over

and you are left with glimpses

soon covered up with

asphalt and concrete

bricks and mortar

and semi-trailers

Sometimes

– David Michael Jackson

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