Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛
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Poetry brings clarity to my divergent mind. GenX Hippie Liberal. Navy Veteran. Dogs, Cats, & Cockatoos 🏳️‍🌈 🇩🇪 🇺🇸 LGBTQ+ Note: I am notoriously bad at answering DM in a timely manner. Comment on a post to get my attention.
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Without Asking to Be Remembered

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I walked out into the morning
the light still uncertain among the branches
shadows lying across the ground
as though they were waiting for someone to notice
I followed the path where the leaves
had fallen long before I came
their silence spoke to me
not in words but in the way they rested
without asking to be remembered
& I thought of the voices
that once filled this air
the laughter that rose in the evenings
the questions that never found answers
all carried away like water
slipping through its own reflection
I kept walking and the river appeared
moving without hesitation
its surface breaking into a thousand mirrors
none of which stayed
I leaned down and touched it
but the moment was already gone
& the sound of it
continued as if nothing had happened
as if nothing ever could happen
except what was already passing
on the far bank the trees bent into the current
their roots tangled with stones
older than any memory
they did not resist
they leaned as though listening
to something I could not hear
& I wondered if silence itself
might be a kind of hearing
that outlasts the need for answers
I thought then of your hand in mine
how it fit without effort
the way a shadow fits the ground
and how it slipped away
not into absence
but into another form of presence
that follows me still
though I do not speak of it
when I stop walking it arrives
and when I move again
it goes on ahead
like the path itself
always leading somewhere
I cannot remain
the sky shifted
and the birds lifted out of the trees without warning
their wings making a sound
that might have been the air remembering itself
I looked up until they were gone
and the space they left behind
was filled with light
as though nothing had left at all
& I knew then
that the world had never been waiting for me
yet it carried me
as it carried everything
without choosing
without keeping
and that even as I turned back
the grass already rising in my footsteps
it would continue
without end
without forgetting
without needing a reason
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future tense

somewhere you exist
a few seconds ahead of me
living the version I almost reach

when we meet
it won’t be reunion
just the echo
of time correcting itself

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revision of self

I keep rewriting
the version of me
that could stay

each draft closer
to erasure

in the end
only the outline remains
and even it begins
to hum with departure

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the slow undoing

what you forget
doesn’t disappear
it sinks-

layer by layer
through the silt of being
until it becomes
the ground you walk on

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absence theory

the data says
you were online
twelve minutes ago

I wait for proof
that time still exists
between typing
and not typing

the reflection loads slowly
on the screen-
my face blurred
by bad reception

i reach to fix it
and watch myself
pixelate into air

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sleep of rivers

beneath the bridges
water dreams of sky

each current folds
through itself
like thought becoming flesh

in the distance
a train passes once-
the sound
a horizon changing shape

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before morning finds us

your face in sleep
is a constellation
slowly rearranging itself

I trace its faint pattern
with the patience of night
knowing soon
the light will claim it

and we’ll both forget
what we almost became

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the desolate wind
whistles the same endless note
through broken windows

#haikufeels #haiku
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church bells in the fog,
their desolate toll folding
the night into sleep

#haikufeels #haiku
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The photo is of the Appomattox river by Petersburg, Virginia
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roots creep through the floor,
finding the bones of a doll
still smiling faintly

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the pumpkins collapse
spores creep out like quiet smoke
to haunt the compost

#haikufeels #haiku
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Thank you, Audrey! Good morning! 🌞
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Thank you so much for sharing, Wolf Twin Books! 🙏🏼🌿
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Thank you, Pete. That’s an insightful reading! The absence of God is intentional -the poems are searching for meaning without a guiding presence, where awareness itself becomes the sacred thing. The passivity you feel might be part of that-how we move through impermanence rather than mastering it.