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Barreling

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 one thing
after another
and another again
each challenge making things harder
than they already were before
robbing sleep in the wee small hours
returning it without warning
at the least of appropriate times
holding the wheel of an automobile
barreling down the two-lane
not quite close enough to home
asking the universe
 for a sign
indicating the worst
is NOT what’s yet to come

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Written by johnwhays

June 23, 2020 at 6:00 am

Envision

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Written by johnwhays

June 11, 2020 at 6:00 am

Emotions

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in a glimpse
between love and anguish
hot tears
of mixed emotions
witness to it all
lifetimes of repetition
a war to end all wars
which failed to end any
facile progress
careening haphazardly
in multiple wrong directions
following our own tracks
right back to where we started
laughing in the face of terror
refusing to be fooled
when endings start to begin
right in the middle of everything
carefully failing to notice
the veil
behind which
we always hide

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Written by johnwhays

June 2, 2020 at 6:00 am

Effect

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May 21, 2020 at 6:00 am

That Door

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there are days when I like to pretend

I don’t know which drawer she hides her candy in

back before the virus

there were a lot of things we took for granted

it’s funny how features that haven’t changed a bit

somehow look different now

tall tales that seemed laughable when we were young and still fascinated

have grown almost scary to me now

combined with the changing angle of sunlight

and smoke from distant fires

the world is painted in a slightly different hue

it’s a long hard sigh

done more for effect than for bigger air to breathe

waiting for all the other shoes to drop

in consequence for everyone trying to make too big a hop

from one thing to another

too many humans flit around after purposeless purposes

in impassioned attempts to not settle down and allow themselves to feel

but real doesn’t simply vanish into thin air

when we neglect to slow down and actually care

for ourselves

with hymns of wailing and flailing for peace and harmony

looking for love to crawl out of our core

blossom in our bosom

if and when we come to our senses

and finally open that door

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Written by johnwhays

May 7, 2020 at 6:00 am

Unknown

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April 30, 2020 at 6:00 am

Ageless

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April 17, 2020 at 6:00 am

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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Written by johnwhays

April 3, 2020 at 6:00 am

Conclusions

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March 19, 2020 at 6:00 am

Balance

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Written by johnwhays

March 6, 2020 at 7:00 am