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    This World
    This World
    This World
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    This World

    By Stephen Jon Schares

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    This book is a collection of poems about the words we say and the words left unsaid. The things we control and the things we don't. The secrets we keep hidden away behind the mask and the statements we wear boldly on our sleeve. The actions we take without thought and the acts of others that affect us all.


    What we bring to the table is ultimately what consumes us. For good or ill, we live our lives; and our existence, like gravity, affects those around us in ways we cannot readily measure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateJan 30, 2002
    ISBN9781469762180
    This World
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    Stephen Jon Schares

    A native of Iowa, with a passion for culture and adventure, Stephen Schares has traveled extensively around the world. In addition to poetry, he also writes short stories and has published a children's novel. He presently lives and teaches in San Diego.

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      Book preview

      This World - Stephen Jon Schares

      All Rights Reserved © 2002 by Stephen Jon Schares

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by

      any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying,

      recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without

      the permission in writing from the publisher.

      Writers Club Press

      an imprint of iUniverse, Inc.

      For information address:

      iUniverse, Inc.

      5220 S. 16th St., Suite 200

      Lincoln, NE 68512

      www.iuniverse.com

      Front Cover: Earth-Moon system-Galileo Spacecraft (1990)-NASA and

      NSSDC Photo Gallery

      Any resemblance to actual people and events is purely coincidental.

      This is a work of fiction.

      ISBN: 0-595-21409-6

      ISBN: 978-1-4697-6218-0 (ebook)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Contents

      A Subtle Drift

      All The Pieces

      Another Night

      Bio-Bio

      Blind Man

      Boyhood

      Don’t

      Duality

      OO E-Mail

      Enveloped

      oo Escape

      Flight

      Leaving

      Life

      Longboat

      Measuring Time

      Memories

      Monterey

      Photograph

      Practiced

      Questions

      Rain falls

      Reflection

      Running Away

      Running

      Semester’s End

      September’s Song

      Strange Dance

      Streets of Ice

      Sunset’s Light

      Surrounded

      Suspended

      Tell it to Reverend Jones

      The Coat

      The Darkness

      The Flood

      The Garden

      The Mask

      The Men of the World

      The Neighbor

      The Oak

      The Swing

      The View

      There is Much

      This World

      Time

      Titanic

      oo We

      When First

      oo Words

      You And I

      To Vincent and Eugene

      The years grow

      and the memories

      distill themselves

      as only memories can.

      .. .Two years, ten years,

      and passengers ask the conductor:

      What place is this?

      Where are we now?

      I am the grass.

      Let me work.

      Carl Sandburg, Grass from Cornhuskers, 1918

      A Subtle Drift

      Translucent light

      filtered through the gossamer curtains.

      Dust particles floated freely,

      defining the sun’s rays.

      Everything settled in its place.

      Only the subtle drift of sun

      moved the room.

      In the time

      that light filtered through the room,

      nothing would be changed, except you.

      You would have a different hat,

      or your hair would be different,

      or you would have a new lover,

      or the people next door just had a fight

      while you tried not to listen in your room.

      Maybe you would be a little older,

      or maybe you saw your reflection

      in a storefront window-

      poised against mannequins frozen in position-

      your transparent figure

      moving like a spirit unleashed-

      maybe your own.

      All The Pieces

      sunlight through a window

      shadows with their backs

      angling

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