Ink: A Weaving of Words (Part the I)

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InkAweaving of words

Part the I

By:

Caleb Alan Kestner


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InkAweaving of words

Part the I

By:

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Copyright 2009 by Caleb Kestner.

All Rights Reserved.

(I make no claim to the illustrations; they are in no way my creation, unless otherwise

noted. If you happen to know the author of one of the pictures listed, as anonymous,please let me know so I can give them proper credit.)

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Story PressMinneapolis, Minnesota

Printed in the United States


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This book is dedicated to my MomWho gave me words.

Thank you.


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Contents

iiiXiiiiiI. The Sparrow

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iiiiiiiiiII. Madness

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iiiiiiiiIII. Atlas us, a

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iiiiiiiiIV. Coffee Rain

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iiiiiiiiiV. The Tree

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iiiiiiiiVI. Ink

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iiiiiiiVII. Storm

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iiiiiiVIII. Seasons~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~27

iiiiiiiiIX. Sleeping in the Sand

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iiiiiiiiiX. Silent

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iiiiiiiiXI. Good Morning Moon

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iiiiiiiXII. Life

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iiiiiiXIII. On a Stair

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Illustrations

Sparrow ~ Anonymous

Straight Jacket ~ Anonymous

Atlas 1 ~ Anonymous

Atlas 2 ~ Anonymous

Rain ~ Anonymous

Winter Oak ~ Lynnette Henderson

Ink Splatter ~ stockphoto.com

Storm ~ Anonymous

Snow Scene at Shipka Pass ~ Commons

Autumn ~ Commons

Fulmur Falls ~ Commons

Zion Angels Landing View ~ Commons

Beach ~ Anonymous

Cityscape ~ Anonymous

Moon ~ NASA

The Past ~ Cole Thomas

The Present ~ Cole Thomas

Romantic Landscape with Ruined Tower~ Cole Thomas

Pinecone ~ Anonymous

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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,

as those who move easiest have learned to dance.

Alexander Pope


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The Sparrow

I once shattered broken fell

into deep an empty wellScreaming as I falling did

many out the fears I'd hidLanding hard I hardly knew

wherefore what I next should doDeeply lying shadow shroud

'round me echoed silence loud

Thus remaining wonder Ifeeble dare to chance a cry

Or resting wait till strength returnas quick away my life does burn

Deep above me sits the skylittle caring if I die

Freedom midst it's clouds does reignabove a prison built of pain

As I bemoaned the fate of me

did land a sparrow on my knee

And staring I my breath did catchto see this life upon this wretch

Then knowing I to death was bound

fell dead the sparrow on the groundTime reversing backward spun

up where to first I'd begun

Answer none I have to giveof why once dying now I live

Ever recall shall I that dayin terror hopeless as I lay

How all I had did fail me whenI fell to pain a prisoner, and

how but a simple sparrows falldid thus return to me my all


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Never get into a brick throwing contest,

with a rubber wall.


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Madness

Is it madness to question the truth of a lie?To look past the answer but never the why?

Is it beauty to revel in things that don't last?

To pass by the catch in pursuit of the cast?

Is it hate to object to beliefs not your own?

To turn from a theory and favor a known?

Is it love when its only for those who love you?

And if loves based on lust can it ever be true?

Can a world thats so broken at last be redeemed?Is a wish in the end ever just what you dreamed?

Are there reasons for sorrow? Is there purpose for pain?

Can a heart once its lost be completely regained?

Can contentment reside in a soul that wants more?Does peace ever balance the anguish of war?

Is it better to give then to get or to gain?

Is the shame of a sin just as bad as its stain?

Is the only reality that which we sense?For a sheep does the universe end at a fence?

Is it madness to question what the world says is true?Perhaps, but I will and I have and I do!


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Atlas us, a...

Atlas us, a world do holdon our shoulders bent and bowed.

All our might to hold on high,the pieces of a falling sky.

Once upon a time ago.

Mighty pillars held it so.

But time their glories turned bereft,foundations remnants all that's left.

Once composed of all the world.Nations gathered, now lay hurled.

Shattered systems careless strewn,

left to rot amidst their ruin.

Majestic once the world their own.The sun upon them ever shown.

Now reduced to shadows only,

broken, angry, scared and lonely.

Their weighty hubris crumbled mass,ticking through time's hourglass.

Of all the earth a few were master,

till rivalry gave birth disaster.

As clouds of war did roar and rumble,the sagging sky began to tumble.

Then rose two giants from the ashes.Who saved the sky, between their clashes.

And grabbing hold the pillars tattered.Each the other smashed and battered.

On and on the giants battled,

as the blows the heavens rattled.


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Colossus both, though juxtaposed,

Titans, different each composed.

Us of copper, steel, and stone.

Them of iron, flesh, and bone.

"Come" we pleaded "all unwanted".

"Obey!" demanded they undaunted.

Growing ever each their powers,striving each for heavens bowers.

At last one giant finally falls,

down upon its iron walls.

Victors we, alone now standing,all the world of us demanding.

Tower us above them all.

Holding heaven, lest it fall.

As Atlas was, in ancient verse,to bear this burden we are cursed

No other recourse can there be,

none who can take this weight from we.

So here we stand, and stand alone.The world about our ankles thrown.

At us a world with hate may cry,

but on our shoulders sits the sky.


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Coffee Rain

Coffee rain falls softly

from a mocha colored sky

A jazzy wind sweeps by meas my feet begin to fly

The drops beat out a rhythm

that I can't help but repeat

Emotion that flows through mefrom my fingers to my feet

Life explodes like cymbals

as the whole world comes to life

Rushing puddles sweep awayeach worry, pain, and strife

Before my eyes flash memories

of times long lost and done

Memories of moments thatmight still be yet to come


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The Tree

Frozen fingers, twigs upon a tree

Oaken heart, slow and steady beat

Squirrels resting, acorns stored away

Swirls eddies, across it's roots a brook does play

Snow falls, a frozen blanket warm and white

Fall's forgotten, the world drifts into winters night

Ancient oak, branches spread to cover all

Aged tree, bent by time still standing tall

Solitary sentinel, a mountain made of wood

Creation's bastion, symbol of all good

Shining stars, reflecting down on icy lands

The Tree, through life and death forever stands


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Ink

A transformation, white to black

Wet to dry, it cant change backA metamorphosis of sorts

From paupers holes to wealthy courtsFrom thought to word, from mind to page

From weak to strong, from dunce to sageFrom worthless to priceless, from empty to filled

From hidden to shown, from skill-less to skilledFrom pointless to perfect, from dead to alive

From ugly to beauty, from shrivel to striveFrom fallen to lifted, from tainted to pure

From tawdry to simple, from sickness to cureInk flows forth to trace a path

Lines of beauty, peace or wrathPresent moments carved in past

Saved for futures yet un-castIdeas build and thoughts conspire

Imagination to inspireAll that is or still might be

All that was persevered in theeWords unmeasured

times unknownAll by this

are simplyshown

Ink


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Storm

Towering thunderheads black as night

Purge the sky of rays of light

The slow warm breeze transforms to wind

Trees seem to shiver as their leaves begin to thin

The largest dome I've ever seen now covers up the sky

A shifting maze of balconies laid out before the eye

An indescribable feeling far too vast to be contained

Roars throughout my body and plays havoc on my brain

The heavens gaze upon the earth as clouds begin to cry

Like all the hosts of heaven looking down from up on high

The air becomes an ocean as the fire starts to dance

My mind screams "Run! Take cover!" but my heart is too entranced

The booming voice of natures almost more then I can stand

As scattered blasts of liquid light are flashed across the land

Then all at once its over as the final raindrops fall

A noisy stillness fills the air as birds begin to call

The sun returns to warm a land now purged of all its grime

As if to say the darkest days will clear if given time


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Seasons

Winter

Frozen lakes and crystal rivers

Cliffs decked out in diamond sliversBlinding white and moonlit glow

Spinning hours paint the snowDrifting snowflakes fill the air

Weaving coats for trees to wearSerene perfection, silent, still

A void of noise that doesnt fillPure white blankets sleeping land

Deadly beauty is at hand

Autumn

Orange and yellow, golden, red

A thousand shades by trees are shed

A floating army, billions strongThe wind barks out the marching songThe air is crisp and smells of frost

The lack of bugs is worth its costThe world is calm the day is at its end

Earth turns to sleep as slowly nightbegins

Spring

Daylight brightens, nighttime flees

Buds emerge on barren treesWaking creatures rise from hollows

Misty rains and downpours followMelting snow fills surging streams

Flowers bloom for golden beamsSpring is birthed in all its glory

Life beings a brand new story

Summer

A sloping hill a steady breeze

A cloud filled sky and rustling leavesA starry night a moonlit land

A burning beach now cooling sandWisps of water froze in air

Dance across the atmosphereShifting shadows flash and dance

The world is hidden then enhancedThe world is warm and all is bright

A summers day is bathed in night


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Sleeping in the Sand

Sand sifts softly under a setting sun

Long grass lists lazily in the evening breeze

Coconuts take root in dunes, their journey done

Short trips down from swaying trees

Leather bound books lay cradled in the sand

A broken conch their only true companion

Winding down a pocket watch hangs ticking from a hand

Its owner splayed out, sleeping in abandon

Grey is the fedora, worn, perched upon his face

Perfects the moment, frozen, caught in times embrace


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Silent

Silent

nighttime sits on high

The moon

six stars,

the earth

and I

Liquid

darkness

all around

A

symphony

in silence found

Beauty

of an instant felt

Peace

as worries

slowly melt

Cool

and quiet

city air

Relaxed upon


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a concrete stair

Sterile glass and metal rise

Glory spun

that slowly dies

Heavens splendor

softly falls

Down upon

these concrete halls

Mirrored structures

soaring fly

Capturing the very sky

Perfect moment

slips away

Returns again the

dawning day

Lost

forever

to the past

Forever futures

yet

un-cast


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Good Morning Moon

Good morning moon and how are you?A beacon in the inky blue.

Glistening crescent up on high,

floating there amidst the sky.

Stars surrounding near and far,illuminating all you are.

Softly down cascade your beams,

warming gently waking dreams.

Spinning in the vaults of space,cosmic clockwork marks your pace.

Time itself your passages schisms,

into months beneath your rhythms.

Oceans ebb and flow in time,to the measures of your rhyme.

Lifeless yet your faces change,

as you through the heavens range.

Good morning moon and do you know?How many see the light you show.


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Life

Life is but a given day

A moment till we pass away

For what we are is not what we've been

It's what we're now and will be then

And though too quickly we may fade

The world by such as us is made


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On a Stair

Pinecone lying on the stairEvery other step is bare

Buildings soar on every sideDeep within them people hide

How was it you came to beOn a stair across from me

All around me lifeless stoneGlass and metal make their home

Skeletons that brush the skyMarked and measured weighed and tried

How then is it you appearIn he midst of all thats here

Calm, collected, there you lay

Peacefully as if to sayBuild your greatest, do your bestWork unending, never rest

Make you man your grandest thingBut still it life you will not bring

And yet a pinecone on a stairCan live and climb the very air


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Continued in . . .

HumanAweaving of wordsPart the II

By:

Caleb Alan Kestner

http://www aweavingofwords blogspot com

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