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Amanda Amanda
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I inherited my mother’s personal hell …
I am afraid that my heart
Is only a Jarvik
Cold, mechanical, Distant —
A thoughtless Remark, a fake, A stone in the wind ...
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Go to church In Laura ...
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Opening them to darkness
The darkness of a clear Night sky ...
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Then the freedom The solitude The peace ...
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Levitating just Above the rain-bent Corn ...
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Dylan on cassette
All Along the Watchtower, Acoustic afternoon
After all ...
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Summer’s door Clicks shut ...
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Each shovel-full of anxiety
Fills the hole in my soul with Dirt that buries
The angel sent to protect me ...
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Brief was our innocence
Departed was the world, all Lost in the shadows and The light
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Diana Spreads her Gown ...
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Melting on contact with My hands and face
Imitating starfire
And finely ground blueBottle glass
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Dipping
Swaying
Intoxicated With Indian summer ...
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White tail deer fly
Over backroad fencing while Meadows sleep like children ...
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Most of the climber had Ceased to flower But here and there a Salmon bud Exploded in the tangle ...
Driftwood tree trunks
Washed ashore on a Van Buren County nowhere ...
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To be broken one last Time ...
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We
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honk to Dismiss, To make them Scatter
But no response, Not a glance
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Like a scarlet-robed parade
Of beautiful children
Pooling itself, transformed ...
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Lost in the shadows and the light ...
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It was a time When fields Were there to Run thru Because they Were endless ...
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Moon shines useless In its bed of trees; Crickets forget their Song ...
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My willow-eyed Mistress Of the morning
Weeping For Me
Drenched in Tears
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Thin Glass moon
Spills Her flaxen
Light ...
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Simon and Garfunkel, The Serfs, Judy Garland, And all the other crazy Conglomeration of stuff she Fed me along the way ...
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Mary...
Hail
She presses down hard On the cold marble floor
Getting reacquainted With truth and the Dance
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Hoping
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to arrive
Somewhere Anywhere meaningful By morning ...
My bad luck this Morning
Is living in a house
Full of mirrors ...
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Endless snaking miles Of lush thicket and Maple ...
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Moon so bright
As a snowman’s Heart ...
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I am human, too ...
Others pass by in their Oppositedirection-timecapsules ...
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Truly grateful, transformed ...
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He left for good this time Not reaching out to anyone; Death was his surprise ...
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Little minds were trying to Make sense of this thing Up close. ...
No different Than shadows on Blue water ...
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Spreading their wings
Alighting
Perching so close together ...
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The many faces of God
That watch the stars
The stars that are skulls
The skulls that are rocks
The rocks that are loaves
Lined up ...
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Stiff as table legs at the Last Supper
Reaching all the way to St. Francis
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I know this face
Without seeing ...
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Your Spirit is The Hero With a thousand Faces ...
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Rocks became bread, water became wine ...
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The dull metallic Scritching and scratching Of beak and claw ...
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Day so still and clear ...
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Sweet rain at long last ...
Like a tattoo
The sharp staccato Eventually Becomes a purring
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Hypnotic ...
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As much as you hate it on the outside ...
We considered it along with the wisest, And the Worst, the unmentionable, and then the Unthinkable ...
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Knotholes
Cosmic windows
The soul stares
Blindly ...
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Another Ohio Summer Is finally on the Wane ...
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Against heavy metal Dreamers, and Bleach-blonde motorheads
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how it
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This is
looks When you No longer recognize Your children ...
Heavy breathing, Heart bloated with desire, That same old feeling returns ...
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Daffodils and narcissus Blossom like young women In their slats of Afternoon sun …
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But here and there a salmon
Bud exploded in The tangle ...
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I don’t sleep much
Rolling over and over Bones in the sheets
Ghosts with sharp edges
They wake me ...
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It is the smell of well-being, The providence of hard work ...
They
were the colors Of fruit-flavored Popcorn
The kind we brought Back from the mall ...
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Oh, she and dad let Me explore … a lot ...
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I do vividly recall That day of poetic Inspiration, The second immaculate Conception ...
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Creating order Is something we need To do, A natural repetition A mindful activity A primitive therapy ...
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She did not Acknowledge the Brimstone sun Nor the rise of a Perfect apricot Moon ...
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In the crisp distance Between an opal sun & glistening black fields
The ephemeral ghosts Of winter ...
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Unperturbed as Egyptian Statuary
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Yes, my body will cry out But my soul will have no secrets
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Never forgetting Nor forgiving Erratic in your Grace ...
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All fragments of poetry are the author’s original work and can be found in their totality under the cyber collection “diet of a madman.”
This book is located on the website ISSUU with other works of photography, extra-canonical research, Christ-centered devotions and related materials.
https://issuu.com/seanlawrence1/ docs/book_of_john_ver3
Copyright 2016
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Note: excerpts of poems are from “diet of a madman” by the photographer
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Amanda Vincent photographed by Sean Lawrence
