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Atomic Winter
by T.A. Gorton
all snowflake creations ©
Richard deGaris Doble
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In youth I would wake giddy
to a crisp descent of sky,
clouds hung shallow with the weight
of October seed.
I would think
how positively beautiful
in eyes that glittered them softly;
these fluttering gems,
how they spiral down
to greet my upturned smile.
Now with one foot dangling over death
I think
Where have simple snowflakes gone?
I watch them glide from black holes,
complex cutouts, jutting angles, lines
that quietly suggest Armageddon.
They say every snowflake is different.
Well, I guess all the easy designs
were used up long ago,
and god is reaching deep to make the statement true;
always a competitor.
Our world will end
when the last original comes slanting down.
Splat.
And we worry about atomic bombs.
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original music
by Mike Rushford
the path to choose [ ISDN ] [ 28.8 ]
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the path to choose
poem and enhanced photo
by T.A. Gorton
sometimes life just opens up
and you fall inside,
a warm collapse into laughter.
the sun fills a raindrop with
purity, and sends it down…down
to splash so pleasant in palms
outreached;
children are always reaching for joy.
sometimes a glimpse of moonlight
can illuminate whole lifetimes,
and in that heartbeat we see the glimmer
of our days,
how they dance in our mind
like so many vague illusions;
an upward glance of full moon splendor
to transport us to childhood.
sometimes
the sadness we live is coded
in the choices we make.
sometimes
we can walk into a sunset
and just decide to smile.
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