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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inheritance of light

the sun hides
but the world glows anyway
as if remembering
how to shine on its own

the river breathes mist
from a history too long to tell
and I think of the lives lost here- how each breath I take
belongs partly to them
their silence rising
with the fog over the reeds
#poetry
Walking along the Appomattox river on a gray day
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roots creep through the floor,
finding the bones of a doll
still smiling faintly

#haikufeels #haiku
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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.
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the night’s last word

the stars dim
but do not fade
they wait behind the light

each shadow bows once
to what endures

and the dark
carries us gently
into another beginning

good night 🌙
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I saw them in San Diego in the early 80s. Sorry to see him go.
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what stays

a sparrow lands
where the rain just ended

in its small weight
the whole world gathers

I think of you,
how we once spoke
as if time were a door
we could hold open

what we held
was only this moment
but all of time
was folded inside it

#poetry
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after the storm

the fields shimmer with endings
each drop a tiny world
where the sun rehearses return

in the distance, a road
loses itself in haze-
I follow anyway

perhaps meaning was never
what waited at the end
but the walking itself

#poetry
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when the universe dreams

perhaps the stars
are fragments of thought
the universe forgot to finish

perhaps we are
the half-remembered dream
of something too vast to wake

and when we disappear
it will only be
the dream turning over
to face another dawn

#poetry
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what passes through

we are not what remains
but what passes through

rain, light, sorrow-
each finds a way in and out

I used to think the self
was a vessel of permanence
now I see it’s a window
briefly catching the sun

#poetry
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the unseen world

beneath what we know
is what we forget-
and beneath that,
the hum of being

a current older than thought
moving through everything

the body, a ripple
the soul, the water
never still

#poetry