Dream Walker, Modified Photo, Matt Hansen July 2010
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Showing posts with label Matt. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The experience of moments
a memory
of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses
of hours
spent talking
in your car
or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing
beautiful
but still I have
no memory of you
Not like it was
there is no
like it was
Matt Hansen September 2009
of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses
of hours
spent talking
in your car
or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing
beautiful
but still I have
no memory of you
Not like it was
there is no
like it was
Matt Hansen September 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Small Farm
Some day
I will move
to a small farm
and one night
having cut the wood
for the evenings fire
I will sit on the porch
with Orions sword
pointing at my home
with a cup of tea
held close
to help keep my fingers
from losing their feeling
with my dogs
curled up at my feet
I will think of you
perhaps with a tear
perhaps with a smile
but I will think of you
and as I sit
watching the snow
begin to fall
with the small spots of white
drifting out of the thickening mist
I will realize
at some point
along the way
I've forgiven you.
Poem, Matt Hansen, December 2006
I will move
to a small farm
and one night
having cut the wood
for the evenings fire
I will sit on the porch
with Orions sword
pointing at my home
with a cup of tea
held close
to help keep my fingers
from losing their feeling
with my dogs
curled up at my feet
I will think of you
perhaps with a tear
perhaps with a smile
but I will think of you
and as I sit
watching the snow
begin to fall
with the small spots of white
drifting out of the thickening mist
I will realize
at some point
along the way
I've forgiven you.
Poem, Matt Hansen, December 2006
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Paddling into the sun in a boat made for one...
Paddling into the sun in a boat made for one..., Modified Photo, Matt Hansen January 2009original photo by Chris
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
As Above So Below
After a quick beer,
I stand alone in the darkness
and feel the crisp air cutting
not unpleasantly, into my skin.
Silently I watch the lights
reflecting in the darkness of the water.
Breathing deep,
I taste the evening
tinted with brine
and the occasional drifting smoke
of some distant fire
Not unpleasantly, I realize
"I live for moments like this".
In the west
I find the Great Bear
and think of Zeus and Kallisto.
Stars above.
Darkness surrounds.
Reflected light.
As above so below.
As Above So Below, Poem, Matt Hansen October 2008
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