Archive for ‘Poetry’

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Mar04

Duality

by k.d. cowan on March 4th, 2007 at 7:32 pm
Posted In: Poetry

Duality is in our nature. We have two eyes to see, two hands to create, or destroy, itself a choice of two. There are two sides to every issue, two forms of consciousness, alive, or dead, There are two beats to this drum to which I march. Two states of hunger, faim, or not. Two […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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Mar23

Behind the Mask

by k.d. cowan on March 23rd, 2007 at 7:40 pm
Posted In: Poetry

We learn to hide beautiful and fragile things behind the mask. A simple task, to look beyond the glitter and the gold, beyond all we have been told, Underneath it all, we are the same, children of the sun. Aware, alive, and feeling a most similar pain.  

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Mar28

The Common Ground

by k.d. cowan on March 28th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
Posted In: Poetry

The lucky find something to make again rather than write a message with the cold diffuse, uncultivated hand. There is so much love in this heart, which is wounded, a suffering to so much that is known, in that which courses in this turning world. At home within, the heart of the matter woven from […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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Apr02

Ostera awakens to Women’s Song

by k.d. cowan on April 2nd, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Posted In: Poetry

Upon temple steps we met, Under shadow of pyramids, love first known. If blood was drawn to fill this cup, it was as life descended. One hundred forty-four generations ended, and that knowledge passed to each. Time will bless this cup, it is as life ascended. The coldness as the winter passed, we dare to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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Apr08

Rooted in the Machine

by k.d. cowan on April 8th, 2007 at 8:01 pm
Posted In: Poetry

The true monsters write the checques, disrupt the balance, exploit us for an hour’s desire, the emptiness of a life, never to be of one, sever the words, mindful episodes of our life’s toil, we carry in our hands as we work in league. this non-equity, a whisper at the dawn, this dream of alarm, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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Jan21

In this forest garden

by k.d. cowan on January 21st, 2008 at 7:29 pm
Posted In: Poetry

  In this forest garden, concrete and bars, play the fool, the juggler behind shows a mask of normalcy, while hiding in the crowd. To know the future, I draw the cards, a new door opens and moonlight casts long shadows, nearly full this night. I spread the cards, my eyes are closed, yet all […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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