Dean : Writing

         Port Discovery

Port Discovery

A Poem by Dean


The mind on course is nothing but obtuse, recalcitrant and leaderless. Silent particles stream by unnoticedand a soul doesn't care; the stopping ports..
         Santa Fe

Santa Fe

A Poem by Dean


It is the hovering time,moments made to bear defining.Someone should declare when it is night;the dear white ghosts slip down the corridors,wordless, ..
       Blithe Spirit Company

Blithe Spirit Company

A Poem by Dean


My daily walk for exercise has changed;for there are souls along the pathI have not seen before. Oh yes,the regulars are there,and smile at me, too of..
            So it is You

So it is You

A Poem by Dean


So it is you who will impart her soft, sweet scent of breathin one transcendent journey over time and spaceto reach me here, suggesting to my heartand..
         Of Prophet Stuff

Of Prophet Stuff

A Poem by Dean


They made the wilderness their womb,the lairs of beasts their motherland,and in their eyes, the fire their godhad kindled from a spark of spirit flint..
        Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast

A Poem by Dean


There swims in each of us, a catalyst for dreams,an urgency that calls from shores that never were,a twinge of terror, lining distant paradise,uniquel..
         The Scent of God

The Scent of God

A Poem by Dean


(This poem is dedicated to Beryl Singleton Bissell, whose book of this name reveals her love affair and sometime contretemps with God. I thank her for..
         Tell

Tell

A Poem by Dean


We speak the language of the dead.That which we describeis only echo in the empty hall of history,a ghost of memory, imperfect,whispering against the ..
         Unwinding

Unwinding

A Poem by Dean


A choice presents itself: to wind the strings of memory around my longing state,or find the breathless candle at the endof a long corridor of time tha..
         November Falls Asleep

November Falls Asleep

A Poem by Dean


Outside, a world of grey...no one there to share the braveryof weakness, only those few ragged leavesthat fight the wind beforethey resurrect, low fly..


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