Musings From a Train

Written on 11/25 at 06:05 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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I arose before the cheeks of dawn had had the chance to blush their vibrant hue,
when darkness hung over the world like black ink dripping from a mighty pen. I arose to
find my heart filled to the brim with pain, with joy, with life. Picking up that very pen from
which both light and dark, good and evil emanate, I began to write the story of today--a
tale of great forces entangled in the Cosmic Drama.

At present I am seated on a train. The wheels are humming along the tracks just
as the earth seems to hum as it whirls around the sun, for there is a great joy to motion
that infuses the traveler with the very buzz of existence. Outside my window the curtain
of dawn has begun to lift, revealing the bright orange costumes of actors eager to
astound the audience. What wonders will transpire today? What discoveries? What
ideas spawned and loves consummated?



Nothing is Ever Lost

Written on 10/17 at 05:01 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Nothing is Ever Lost

Nothing is ever lost;
The rain that fell today
Becomes tomorrow’s frost,
And huddled in the grey
Shroud of a cloudy sky
Every droplet refuses to die.

Nothing is ever lost;
Love that filled my life,
Love whose gloss
Resembled a ring for my wife
Now, seeking a hand and finding despair,
Makes poetry of this familiar pair.

But nothing is ever lost;
Even as a wave
Collapses and is tossed
Upon the shore, brave
Forces bring it back to sea
Where clouds and lovers forever be.

Sunday, October 17, 2010



The Lover’s Creed

Written on 10/17 at 04:59 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
--WS Merwin

The Lover’s Creed

Beneath an uncertain sky I stand,
Facing the direction from which
New seasons weave together strands
Of memories formed from the twitch
Of muscles: hearts that yearned and found,
Listless lips that fell in love and ran aground.

I hear in the rustling of trees the sound of a dress;
The morning air smells of water caressing skin;
O trickle of time! O moment just lost!  Will you not bless
My heart and save me from that worst of sins:
To love so fully as not to see,
To see so clearly as not to love?

Evening dawns, and with it strange gusts
Of color fill the sky.  Alone, I face
The sanguine cheeks of moments past, and lust
For the kiss that became an Eternal embrace;
Yet though the night be long and hard to read
No despair can break my allegiance to the lover’s creed.

Friday, October 15, 2010
Written in Ixtapa, México



My Personal Manifesto

Written on 03/09 at 05:02 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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I am presently seated in an office.  Behind me sunlight is banging its fist against a window whose shades are drawn, begging me to notice that Spring is arriving soon.  Perhaps I should be doing work, but instead my mind has turned toward the broader sweep of history, time, philosophy and the role of the individual in the world (it should not be of great surprise that I am embracing such thoughts given that I am reading a biography of one of America’s greatest leaders: John Adams).  I am contemplating the fact that people always seem to “act their age,” that they give in to the demands of “the real world” rather than adhere to the longings of their hearts, and I find myself longing to unfurl my personal manifesto like a flag and plant it deep into the soil of my being.

Poets fight fiercely against the constraints of physics and biology (let’s remember that Dylan Thomas wrote about how we should “rage, rage against the dying of the light) and, on rare occasions, they succeed.  The words of Pablo Neruda, Federico García Lorca and Robert Frost emanate from their throats and make the earth upon which we stand tremble with their passion; that they are buried deep within that earth only serves to amplify the effect.  And so it is for this reason that I, too, think, and feel, and write, for to take the violent passion that makes my flesh shudder with love and transform it into the sweet music of poetry, of entrepreneurship and of justice, is the greatest of endeavors.



Renewal

Written on 12/02 at 05:35 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Renewal

It was raining sunlight when I rose,
Cascades of warmth densely falling
Like poetry written in prose,
And my heart, through stops and starts,
Galloped ever closer to repose.

December 2, 2009 12:00 PM



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