Dear J------, In my dreams, You stood, in the doorway, Etched from the rain, That descended, in gray Down the window.
By Steve Hansonabout a month ago in Poets
An apple angled against an aspen arm. * Autumn’s auroras actualized among an afterglow. * Amber air, adrift against
By Steve Hanson2 months ago in Poets
A physicist frets over quantum mechanics, Says: “It’s not empirically real!” in a panic. But knows its conclusions alone
Ancient creatures sleep under the soil With bones turning slowly to oil. Though, above ground we’re alive, It’s much easier to drive
I once knew winters That spanned the length of dreams. But Now, my winters sleep.
By Steve Hanson3 months ago in Poets
Caged in Babylon They dreamed that time moves forward, But circles back home.
Kant said: “Time is not An empirical concept;” I read by dusk’s light.
Aged, I mark time as The moon hides her face. But, young, I swam lunar seas.
Ozymandias In stone, gave his voice to sand. “Despair” whispers time.
In flight, it carries The season’s last dream of blue Against the gray sky
By Steve Hanson6 months ago in Poets
Above clouds I stand— Inverted Atlas—My arms Holding Dawn from Earth.
By Steve Hanson7 months ago in Poets
Did gods only plant These rocks? Or, are they seed husks Of sunsets, long bloomed?
