Nancy Dymond
Poetry
Poetry guides my being. When I am lost, poetry points to my place on the map, shows me where I exist and reminds me why I am here.
Poetry is to me a way of creating a brand new perception by allowing the discovery - through word, thought, and inspiration - of connecting
links between dissimilar perceptions.
~AUM~ |
Rattle, rasp, scrape, silence,
Rattle, scrape, silence,
Dead leaf's disturbing journey
Across the pavement.
Nancy Dymond
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Tree - Oh |
My earliest memories are of you
blocking out the sky in veined patterns
newly neural myself
I could only marvel
sorting your mosaic
mysterious directory
into radiant segments
Nancy Dymond
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Kaleidoscope |
Have you seen this she asked placing
the awkward toy in my both hands
monocle on the left telescoping to
the separate sparkling tube on the right
I began to say yes of curse every kid
but suddenly
beholding the oozing garnet shot through
with slowly turning points of gold
I stopped speaking
Nancy Dymond
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Fractal |
The very word shatters and splinters.
In one movement - Frac! announces
that in the time it took you to raise your glass
to toast the happy bride and groom,
it has been born, has filled out like
an overblown balloon and exploded;
While - tal
states and restates the new calculation
in different words over and over
until its echo is softly written
in the folds of infinity
Nancy Dymond
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