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New leaves had not yet formed on trees rain made new
Season’s recitation of green
Underside of boats did calm me - a low stranger tide
Water felt new against my skin
Even now I feel the gossamer of years staring back
‘cross pages
Turning pages revealed distances
Weeping willows fringed the harbor threading in and out
of silver
I wanted more than you could give
In the chrysalis of summer shapes hardened into glass
Notes grew mossy with the swept rain
As the wind unhinged the barn doors
And the storms thickened torrents overhead
Thunder it shakes our home
And I prayed for the storm to take me
But you were gone by then
And a night that bears down with seven fists
Will be shouldered by a meadow
Seabirds take their flight in violet
They pass wing to wing
As if in memoriam
Seabirds take their flight they pass wing to wing
As if in memoriam
Air moves in to caress softly – the ocean vapor that
Rises from their wings
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When you left a crash of sun-tossed days returned
The world it reached for me in earth tones
Leaves deepened your silhouette to ochre then mist
While I waited memory shot through me like hot stone
A crash of sun-tossed days returned
Always someone threading roses through barbed wire
Phantoms pass through corridors
Brush past shoulders
Collect the small hurt
In exposure
Listening I call out for you
Someone is threading roses through barbed wire
Leaves deepened your silhouette to silver mist
Buoyed by garlands tide pours in to mourn time gone
Meanwhile music pours in from other rooms
Our future less certain now
Let us find comfort in what our grace has been shown
Let us find grace in cascade of our song
No longer strange to this world
Purple haze of surrender
Etched in the palms of our hands
Waves break into surf and we hold
Sound of them in our throat
Majesty of their timbre
Washing away sorrow
Sea weaves garlands of emerald
Keep tangling
In distances
Unsettled by our truth
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How’d we get to this place?
Kindling bursts to tender flame
Tinder-to tinder
Trust evening-prisms to shift the light
Towards panes of darkness
Memory fills the hour
Evening of shoulder blades
Clouds drape like silk
Par’dise blooms toward the sky
Angles of wind relax through gray trees
Current strengthens against our weak protests
Calibrating to the arc of moon
How did we get here?
This place where the tide never comes in
How did we get to this place alone?
Kernel of light, bursting
Chains of lilac, crossing
Unspeakable glint of dead, gestures above
While closing their eyes
Against darkness like stars that seal
Moonlit paths close so dark
Evening arranges the
Longest day suspended here
How’d we get to this place?
Kindling bursts to tender flame
Tinder to tinder trust evening prisms to shift the light
Breaking toward the unspeakable glint of dead
Why does the summer tide never come in?
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I wonder how damn long it will be until
I will see the sky again and like this
Scattered points of light
Blazing silver night
Swept into the angles of the burnt trees
Clear unframed by cityscape ravaged whole
Columns rising across night
And I knew the dream by heart
Those who came with hunger and hope
Pressed into their limbs
Wakening to the fragments of a fever dream
Blur of days cast into darkened future
Softly turning eyes toward the scorched points of light
And then they gathered bruised fruit with tenderness
of moth’rs
And in seasons backlit by the burning of orchards
Where our labored breathing means choking through
the ash
It’s where breathing means a knee on our necks
And breath flows out
Last breath flowing falt’ring
What anthem can we muster toward
A country who promised
Justice and liberty
For all
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A Return (Bethany Swann)
02:33
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Why don’t why don’t you run away?
Fox tail hems forest floor
Soles of our feet weaving through gardens
Why don’t why don’t you stay with me?
Sun pours through live oak
Filigree of thorn and briar
Incandescent shapes
Memories of border towns rising like a mist
Thin tiers of border towns vanish like vapor
Foxtail hems the forest floor
Thistle blooms in summer
Amethyst of desire
How our childhood filled the (forest) floor
Why did I run away?
Why did I run?
Thin smoke of border towns choking our eyes
Voiceless hymn, Ebbing light, Darkening skies
Voiceless hymn, Ebbing light, Darkening skies
Unfurling fists
Why did I stay?
Strange boots are breaking through marshes
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Song of returns it cycles back as a path through
a forest
Hand in hand you left them like tarnished bracelets
Three syllables in like an amulet
The song of returns it cycles back as an echo that falls
Wound around woman’s neck
Lucid as finches’ movement
Song of returns it cycles back like murmurs through forest
You hear shifting so delicate
In wintered branches beckoning above
Song of returns cycles back
As a fresh lyric through weathered forest
Long, long before sky had changed
The track of desire seared
Through you while shattering freedoms
How to be made whole again
After the chime shattered
Enchantment wore off so slowly
Song of returns flies
As a wind through forest
Song-of return asks
How to be made whole again
How made whole again
After chime has broke
Song of returns cycles back
Like a shot gun through forest
Fragments of shell on ground smile like broken teeth
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I outgrew shadow after shadow
Some days hallowed
Some were days I had none
Overhead our sun bore down
Mercenary starved of pleasures
Even the trees shook out their light
And by day filled them with fake gold
Where the ocean meets fresh water
We cast out nets down
At foot of rapids’ shore
I outgrew shadow after shadow and I kept them to myself
The hands of widows drew candles from tallow
Last gleam of evening blaze in their face
Dust rose from our feet mistaking stolen breath
Like a swimmer bursting through surfaces
Body is my testament - of grief’s melodies
Mercenary starved - of small pleasure
I outgrew shadow after shadow
Some days wearied, some days I carried them home
Gleam of moon softens blaze in widow’s faces
How fragile hands of widows drew candles from tallow
Until their end
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When you followed the bend of the sea
Did you find yourself at peace?
Humbled by the rush and the ache of her
Hushed inside of her ambrosia
Nestled in crook of her froth
Even then nothing made with your hands
Could keep out her phosphorus driving along coast
bearing down
Tuned radio by the evening
Come by tones of blue in the morning
Did her rocky trajectory surprise you?
Sentimentality of sediment carved by brackish water
Salt spray to erode the tenderness
We must once have felt lifting like a colored sail
Across northern-most boundaries
We could not have known then
How the seagrasses would weave
Across Northern boundaries
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Vocalise
03:04
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Daniel Carr Seattle, Washington
Daniel Carr is a composer of 21st Century Classical Music.
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