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Fading

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the sound of a lone car driving a mile away
passed by at the same time as the moving image
rolled along the only road to the south
we are socially distancing in the rural countryside
the dog, the cat, the chickens and me
alone together in our middle of nowhere
I get perturbed about how much wildlife poop the dog is eating
she cherishes it as a precious morsel that highlights her day
probably just as safe
as the aged leg bones she scrounged and devoured
in the middle of the cut hay-field the other day
there is just enough wind breezing through the pines
to trigger a familiar song the needles are known to sing
it serves as a background track for the chaotic sampling
of trills, chirps, tweeting and cawing from too many birds to count
the hours of daylight are fading fast
they have to make contact before heading to their respective beds
but the spectacular sight of the setting sun is a no-show
blocked by the rainclouds looming and gloomy
preparing to claim their dominance
over my plans for the next day
me and the animals
sheltering in place
at our country paradise
alone

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April 3, 2020 at 6:00 am

Conclusions

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Words on Images

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March 19, 2020 at 6:00 am

Balance

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March 6, 2020 at 7:00 am

Noticing

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February 23, 2020 at 11:03 am

Contrast

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deep in the recesses
of everyone’s long, long ago
the kernels of familiar
hold a comforting glow
a phrase
or just words
visions of places
unmistakable smells
the chestnut tree
toward the tennis court
beside the barn
where we lost hours of days
both in the sun
and deepest of snows
it stands in such sharp contrast
to the very right now
full technicolor hues
vast barrages of digital things
virtual carnival barkers
hollering uninvited
on phishing expeditions
mining hapless victims
through pocket devices
more powerful
than old fading minds
can hardly conceive

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Written by johnwhays

January 30, 2020 at 7:00 am

Ready

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you don’t need to forget

but you’re welcome to try

like a sneeze sneaking up for a very long time

I am coming

so get ready, or not

there are more stars in the sky

when there are no other lights

have you seen them with your very own eyes

the glorious stories they tell

from before we were born

have burned longer than we’ll all be alive

while we waste precious breath

hissing words we’ll regret

once we reclaim all our senses and pride

who is coming

are they ready, or not

our better angels flying round

every space in between

fill the cracks in our delicate minds

reminds us of something else

we might forget to apply

sending love is better than saying goodbye

there’s only so much time left

gather all of your pets

and paint portraits to remember them by

we are going

so be ready, or not

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Written by johnwhays

January 21, 2020 at 7:00 am

Ahead

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January 13, 2020 at 7:00 am