In This Shack a Cold Wind Blows
In this shack a cold wind blows,
shuffling papers and ideas before settling
on the floor. Leaves rustling. Tea,
cooling. You recall the peace of near
death, fear circling the drain,
giving in to breath, labored but certain,
one exiting another and again,
then laughing at the improbability: you
are nothing. You were nothing.
Nothing will come of you. You say
yesterday, and think tomorrow. Today.
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“In This Shack a Cold Wind Blows” was first published in April 2019 by The Elixir Magazine out of Yemen.
O at the Edges 
This one truly resonates!
an aside … your “shack” appearances are I suppose limited now to past poems … a sense of meloncholy …
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Thanks, Jazz. I miss the shack, but it served its purpose. I’m much more comfortable with my current circumstances.
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βthe peace of near death, circling the drainβ !!π
~ Clyde Long via mobile device ~
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An odd feeling, if ever there was, but nevertheless true.
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“You say yesterday, and think tomorrow. Today.” I had no idea you were a member of The Beatles. That line could have come straight off of Abbey Road! π
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I was the ninth Beatle, the one who carried Ringo’s valise.
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Ringo is extremely underrated as a drummer. His sense of time, how he innovated left-handed playing on a right-sided kit, and how his fills perfectly tied the various sections of the songs together are a huge part of The Beatles success. It all sounded simple, but there was a lot more there if a person educated themselves on how insanely hard it is to play the drums properly: as an instrument rather than a set of things you just hit.
You were the ninth Beatle? Then the best I could have hoped for was to be the tenth Beatle… the one who carried Ringo’s other valise(s)!
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Ringo was/is my favorite Beatle. I know nothing about drumming, but his always seemed perfect to the music.
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Today is Now
At this place a cool fire motions
writing letters from ideas that are related
up above. Trees together. Tea,
nerver hot. Peace is a here
life, agreement circling the universe,
never doing something different, never labored but certain,
one interest and another and again,
then laughing at the experience of joy: you and me and Always
are Everything. We are everything together.
All will come to you. Always says
now, and never thinks of tomorrow. Today is now.
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Thanks for sharing!
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Here I am in my writers haven, I see your words clearly Robert, in the dawns light of another new day… I’ll send you this song, by Leonard Cohen, from his new album, “Thanks For The Dance”, and I’ll attach a PDF copy of all the lyrics of each song on the CD(8 + Happens to the Heart)….. merry Christmas my friend….
https://1drv.ms/b/s!Asumt4cZ9A65hLhG875ZsAS4JOdryg?e=knfkZ9
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Thanks, Ivor. Mornings are always better with Leonard!
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Enjoy Robert
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π
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Did the PDF of the lyrics come through for you Robert π
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Yes, it did, Ivor. Thank you.
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That’s good πΆπ
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