December 27, 1974 (I was 30)
Swirls of snow
powder the air of Cold Mountain
From my breath crystal mist
obscures and reveals
Blurred vision clears the mind
thought vapors enhance the image
the moon illuminates the wind
scatters light over the crags
Daily poetry and journal entries from the past 50 years, each from this same date.
I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.
The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.
Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.
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December 27, 1974 (I was 30)
Swirls of snow
powder the air of Cold Mountain
From my breath crystal mist
obscures and reveals
Blurred vision clears the mind
thought vapors enhance the image
the moon illuminates the wind
scatters light over the crags
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