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The Heerdink-Stepek Cycle

Two poets. Much in common. Much that's different. One writes. The other replies or ignores and writes something completely different. And so it goes until it stops.

I inhale the atmosphere (TH)

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March 19, 2021

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I inhale the atmosphere
& remain grateful
for another chance

to be a part
of a universe
so vast yet so small.

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No Birds Sing Now (TH)

September 29, 2021

No birds sing now in this landscape void of life, of love, of light. Nests dismantled, the tabernacle destroyed. Every voice lifted into one higher being straight from the page to the hand that wrote the book.

Shards of a Broken God (TH)

September 27, 2021

Not a single tear left to shed on that final day in the end as the fog becomes night & our sun’s tiring iris decides to close one more time. The lonely god no longer without all the souls required for sweet nirvana. So many spent their lives worshipping what couldn’t be seen only to discover in this new life upon opening eyes after rebirth our destiny all along was to be picked back up as the many shards of a broken god & put back in place.

Undoing a Sonnet (MS)

September 09, 2021

We undo a sonnet line by line spending money as we write and though poverty makes us whine and growing debts ensure life's tight Our tiny children still admire something cheap, devoid of beauty we're all machines set on fire with purchasing our only duty Let's love the joy we come across and as we age let's love it more we have no time to waste on dross and shiny coins become a bore Go, find the strength for another smile and remain a child for a little while.

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Tim Heerdink
martin stepek