Category: poetry
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MY FILMS ON YOUTUBE!
A feature-length film I wrote, produced, directed, andedited in 2005:ABRIDGE A short film I produced, directed and edited in 2018:This Island © 2023 by DC Lessoway
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Dauntless
so often we seek light where better, grander ideas lay where a bold Sol grants clarity still, too, solicit shadowed corners there, secluded riches await, affixed mine trauma, release truths, cleanse light or shadow, when confronted will whither to your rooted power bringing luminosity in night, shade in day photo and poem © 2018 by DC […]
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Yeah, it Hurts, I’ll get Over it, Again
low ebb comes, again my sword, shield against dragging hurt, out of reach comes cyclical thoughts not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough till comes a realization, late, so always late like a dish accidentally pushed to the floor you think, “why didn’t I […]
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Lest we forget (War, what is it good for?)
governments quarrel, bicker to war, to war, comes a cry not of you, or I, but of those protected by cannon fodder for pride of country! sacrificing women, men for the safety of our citizens on the other side of the world! as a blood spattered child, alone weeps for his parents © by DC […]
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Shade
hidden, midst subdivision’s sprawl, mingling stones scoured by yammering brook a peaceful place photo and poem © DC Lessoway
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Dance Hall
salt stained boards long ago trod, in joy, fused with music laughter leading to love’s caper in summer’s night dream photo and poem © DC Lessoway
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Heaven’s Dance
of ice clinging to winging dust, fleeting in duration, immense in breadth gaze gravitates upward in repose each eye deduces its own horse, spider, swimmer according to each state of being mine own mind alights upon memories of ancient cave paintings of people’s long ago perhaps, they too saw in the sky their own joy […]
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Heaven/Hell
it’s been, always, there an aspiration to fly, above Earth’s curve till azure, turns inky, till am able to palm the spheroid, till this ache, fear, isolation are but remote notions of those down there down there hell we’ve fashioned after clawing at one another’s eyes being better at being better than the other, the […]
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Ignite
today, this day change was thrust upon me a curtain making night of day how my value lies in pieces now no trade to call home as I now, free to be something else…