Mare Liberum
Solo & Collaborative Poetry with Jacob D. Salzer
Published Work (Longer Poetry)
The following is a selection of my longer poems published in books & journals.
What Happens
What happens
​when the busy noise of stressful lives
slows to a steady pulse
and becomes still
when the sounds of a city
fade away as children sleep
and the hollow walls
of those ancient buildings
begin to speak
their hidden voices
carried in the hearts and minds
of those who can listen –
when the people start to live
in this place
where no words can follow
and all language subsides
even for a moment –
to watch our words fall into their roots,
into the ancient harbor – (this empty page)
that carries them
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VerseWrights, 2016
The Last Days of Winter
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Names
We don't have names in the beginning
but seem to be given them out of necessity
to live in our separateness, some believing
we couldn't live a day without them
it seems some forget
the ocean does not know of ocean
nor does the city know of city
or of sounds we will never hear
the lost languages of an age
I can't remember
we've paved new streets to name them
helping us turn when we know its time
but they were all made without names
each going their own way
leading to unknown distances
while the words streets and distances
will soon only be memories in sleep
waking again the next day, at their own pace
gathering in empty spaces
I keep looking over the valley
and cannot see where it begins
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The Last Days of Winter
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Familiar Stranger
I remembered his face in sleep
one last look from the familiar stranger
one long look into his weathered face
that told stories I never knew
the colors that once stared at me, un-moving
with old eyes that speak a forgotten language
while the remnants of words had long been silent since I arrived
he lived without speaking
working alone through the long hours of daylight
and when night came
he glanced back at me once again
staring into my face for a long moment, un-moving
like a loving grandfather asking if I
wanted to hear that old story he has already told
many times before—the same story he told years ago
but deepens each time he listens to the sound
waking from memory
I will never know what remains hidden
within his face
and when morning came
I watched him looking out the window
still without a sound
Clark College Phoenix, 2016
The Last Days of Winter
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Early Morning
We start to wake
the way morning fog fills empty fields
listening to the way rain moves
seeing thick mist hide the horizon
listening to you sleep
inside a distant bird call fades
against the sighing breath outside my window
your body curled inside a cozy blanket
then the eyes start to open
your eyes start to open
a sudden sigh and a long moaning mmmmm………
arms stretch out, then loud, uncontrollable laughter
that soon fades
into the sounds
of your first whispers
VerseWrights, 2016
The Last Days of Winter