Posted on March 8, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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Death is my Religion Death is my sacred Mother Death is the vehicle by which my soul traverses the heavens She is no macabre fancy But a perfumed blossom When I was a boy I dreamed of a rotting woman in an upper room… Continue Reading “Soil – A Poetic Notion”
Category: Alex Weir, poems, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Attitude, Death, Eternity, Lyrical, Poetic Notions, Rebirth, Reccurence, Religion, Renewal, Sentiment
Posted on March 5, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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What even is poetry? I suppose it’s for when life is too weedy and wonderful for prose. We waited a long time there in the brambles, amidst the tobacco smoke, we talked for hours. What were we on about? It didn’t matter. Together was… Continue Reading “The Distance Remained”
Posted on August 31, 2019
by Alex V. Weir
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I sit staring at a hotel curtain. The pattern reminds me of birch trees. Beyond are some Loblolly pines and Carolina starlight. The room has that new plaster smell that reminds me of the apartment I stayed at while working at a fiberglass plant.… Continue Reading “Under Construction – Up Since Three”
Posted on April 27, 2019
by Alex V. Weir
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O you voices of wonder…. Pour out your splendour ! All through the hills… O sweet and tender! Reedy and ready… How the wind fills! Various yet steady… Eyes on the East! Shine stars o shine… From greatest to least! All down the line…… Continue Reading “Eyes on the East (Poem)”
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