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Unpublished Poetry Series: The Field-Watcher

  The Field-Watcher When in the shadows of the passing day A seat is found, asleep in calm Soundness, as activity of the mind Cease, and the slow and wavy dreams Of reality vanish by timeless Art, he who observes the secrets Of the fast-forgotten world finds purpose Insensible to sleep, remnant Of future life.  The fullness of the stars Softly infuse the distant sky With rays of obscure light, the horizon Ever holds the dawn in glimmer. Douglas Thornton 2018

Imagining and Seeing

  What is imagined is always different from what is seen.  Reality, in this sense, has a way of being mutually common; it remains a part of what we construe and a part of what actually happens.  Fools may find wisdom in the wise, but the wise are never found in foolish wisdom.  Diogenes in his tub, or hermits in their caves, are only a part of what we imagine ourselves to be, but their real person was actually every breath and every movement that we are right now.  The only difference is that imagination has more variables, thus able to portray the fantasy under a form of reality.  It is like taking a picture of a mountain, then believing the picture a more truthful portrayal than the moment we were on the mountain.  To see and to imagine is only to be, but the moment we accept either one as real is the moment we see ourselves in foolish wisdom. Douglas Thornton

Unpublished Poetry Series: The Thunder-Spirit

  The Thunder-Spirit Night time--the orange Clouds withhold oncoming rain; Afar the thunder Lingers to oblivion: Restless are the ways That fulfill unspoken dreams Their lives amongst us, As time that summons passing As a startled bird To wake us in the moonlight Of a winter sleep. Douglas Thornton