Thursday, December 29, 2011

Chalkboard


Chalkboard




A lesson in stars,
night's orderly arithmetic
chalked on darkness,
shines on the tired skin
that covers me
once blank, babysoft 
then work calloused
life enscribed
roughened with  sun
now sueded soft again
erased blank as night sky
where nothing's written except
the chalkmarked numbers
of old dreams
the blue moon is  
tidily
brushing
away.


December 2011



An equation in 55 integers for Professor G-Man, to close out the last semester of 2011



21 comments:

  1. hey if the moon is brushing it away that means you get to forget them and not let them bother you right? i still make wishes on the stars...

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  2. it is like a story,
    magical imagery.

    Happy New Year.

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  3. Ms. Hedge...
    I think you may be a bit daft.
    I bet your skin is silky smooth!
    It matters not, suede feels just fine.
    Loved your 55 My Friend.
    Thanks for playing, thanks for being so patient with me, and have a Kick Ass New Year!!

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  4. Thanks all--and G, you never try my patience, my friend. I'm sure I try yours with the weird ass things I write.

    I'll be around tomorrow to say happy New Year and read everyone's 55 resolutions. ;_)

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  5. This is just pretty, Hedge! Are you feeling okay?

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  6. @MZ: Old, but uncharacteristically cheerful. ;_)

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  7. What a great 55! I love the contrasts between the soft and calloused.

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  8. The night sky's magic, beautifully examined. It's the gaining of the wisdom that's the painful bit, isn't it? Loved it, hedgewitch!

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  9. Oh, gorgeous image here...

    And there are always lessons in the stars! I agree!

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  10. now sueded soft again

    I like to think that is possible... 'cause baby smooth I won't ever see again... sigh

    Happy New Year.

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  11. Lovely imagery, especially "life-enscribed". We come into the world flawless, but bland. Life's etchings are what make us unique.

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  12. The last 6 run-on lines are a keeper.

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  13. You've per"sueded" me, we gotta' make room for those new dreams. A nice easy evening piece. I too like the "life enscribed".

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  14. I'm not sure I want my old dreams brushed away. Even if they never came true they were important for a while. Some of my ld nightmares now....that's different.

    Great 55

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  15. Lovely round (stellar pic!), flesh as the notebook paper cosmos ever works its sums out on -- even erasure is a part of that old math ... I mean, the board was empty before the Big Bang, for a while at least, awaiting this next classroom of the ages ... Great work. - Brendan

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  16. Thanks all.

    @B: That whole series of Iceland pics is riveting--lots of sea and glacier ones, and some leveling shots of the Northern Lights. Glad you enjoyed the scribble--but your poem today leaves it in the dust--superb.

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  17. reminds me of a life well lived now gently cradled by death's nocturnal lullaby

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  18. A lovely 55 to take us to the end of 2011. That said, you're too young to let the old blue brush away dreams...you best be searching tonight's sky for a shooting star and shoot the moon (if anything, wish that this darn political scene becomes a comedy, not tragedy!) Happy New Years & cheers!! ~

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