dying man
heart on fire
waking up
momentary fear
still alive?
taking inventory
not knowing death
not yet
sweet breathing
soft music
that beautiful face
her smile
fills his heart
and once again
he knows
he is
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A full month of poetic exercises from Tom Stevens. See also
http://tom-stevens.blogspot.com/
http://theguitarwaits.blogspot.com/
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April
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- day thirty: a thousand farewells
- day twenty-nine: never
- day twenty-eight: Sestina: beware false paths
- day twenty-seven: Longing: illusion to reality
- day twenty-six: Time zoned
- day twenty-five: The event, bittersweet
- day twenty-four: p.s. please care for my dogs
- day twenty-three: With an air of regret
- day twenty-two: The work begins again
- day twenty-one: haiku
- day twenty: dying man
- day nineteen: anger appears
- day eighteen: the wind and the lake
- day seventeen: All I want is time
- day sixteen: the color green
- day fifteen: Stopping by the Hospital on a Snowy M...
- day fourteen: now eternal
- day thirteen: a hobby / my next breath
- day twelve: So we decided to drive
- day eleven: That toy made of rubber
- day ten: Friday
- day nine: damn that short-term memory loss
- day eight: insomnia routine
- day seven: CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN
- day six: no real measure
- day five: Where it all went right
- day four: Mighty Thylacine!
- day three: The Problem With Problems
- day two: Outsider
- day one: Origins: Music
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