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Absolute Limen
We sit in the back
against the forest in April
at the border of Spring. She is
still sad as the dusk gathers
and will probably remain so.
I watch the filaments
in the trees get finer,
uncountable threads of shadow,
nets of shadow, lace, and the
catching webs of vine,
thinner and finer until we
fall into darkness.
Portents
These days
I cling to my memory of today
and to the sights in front of my eyes.
I hold the cause and effect together
with a tight grip, frightened that
they may separate.
I know the feeling of
drop-outs in the things of every day,
gaps it takes me
too long to fill.
Don Schaeffer is a phenomenological poet, devoted to exact description of experience. At the age of 70, he has experienced the institutionalization of his spouse and the re-development of a new life out of the ashes of the old one. His poems reflect the transitions in his life. He currently lives in New York after spending half his adult life in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada.
Don has previously published six volumes of poetry and stories, his first in 1996, not counting the experiments with self publishing under the name Enthalpy Press. His poetry has appeared in numerous periodicals and has been translated into Chinese for distribution abroad. Don is a habitue of the poetry forum network and has received first prize in the Interboard competition.
He holds a Ph.D. in social psychology from the City University of New York.
Email: Don Schaeffer
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