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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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Written by johnwhays
April 3, 2020 at 6:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with countryside, creative writing, free verse, living alone, observing nature, poem, prose, prose poetry, social distancing
Conclusions
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Words on Images
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Written by johnwhays
March 19, 2020 at 6:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with changes, conclusions, creative writing, free verse, images, photography, poem, poetry, prose, viral calamity, words on images
Balance
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Written by johnwhays
March 6, 2020 at 7:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with balance, creative writing, images, photography, poem, poetry, words on images
Noticing
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Written by johnwhays
February 23, 2020 at 11:03 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with awareness, creative writing, free verse, images, noticing, photography, poem, poetry, prose, truth, words on images
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
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with change, contrast, creative writing, free verse, Memories, poem, poetry, prose, time
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
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with better angels, creative writing, forgetting, getting ready, Love, lyrics, poem, poetry, prose poetry, ready or not, regret, saying goodbye, sneeze, stars, words
Ahead
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Written by johnwhays
January 13, 2020 at 7:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with creative writing, light, Love, photography, prose, prose poetry, words on images
Be
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Written by johnwhays
January 5, 2020 at 9:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with nature photography, snow, words on images
Goodness
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Words on Images
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Written by johnwhays
December 14, 2019 at 11:10 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with creative writing, free verse, goodness, images, photography, poem, poetry, prose poetry, words on images
Meandering List
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It doesn’t all begin right here
How many things forgotten are saved in the top dresser drawer
Six moods experienced since late last night
All the ways to get from there to here
Pictures of full moons that I never took
Forests of trees that have been made into books
Random memories still around from elementary school
And dinner I don’t recall from several days ago
News constantly breaking that I don’t even know
Which obviously never matters to the actual facts
Feeling okay at the same time that I’m not
A morning paper that only occasionally arrives
Ageless illusions that shiver and fade like a carnival game
Favorite songs that change more often than socks
Walking just far enough to still make it back
Ecstatic energized laughter of a teenage girl on a road trip with her best girlfriends
The last gulp of water that leaves nothing but ice cubes
The way a singer’s voice breaks just right
Irony that gets missed so often it’s not
Sinking under the weight of waiting so awfully long
Noticing when bitter cold gets described as being “not terribly warm”
Savoring the flavor in our most favorite bites
Wishing for something that can’t possibly happen
That ubiquitous mug that holds so many cast-off pencils and pens
The unidentifiable sounds a house makes all by itself
Unquestionable adoration from a dog that would equally betray
Returning again and again for the same unexpected surprise
Thinking about ice cream ten times more often than actually eating it
Working the program with old school cool aplomb
Dancing when nobody is watching because that’s so much more authentic
Wishing it would rain so you didn’t have to go
Going anyway and having a better time than we ever imagined
Counting the ways until you forget what you’re counting
Looking at what’s right in front of us and recognizing the genuine still-life portrait we can see
The color of the sky during the minutes both darkness and light are visible
Asking the right question knowing full well the answer is all wrong
Arriving on time at the last chance saloon
Patiently listening even though they are talking too loud
Writing down each thought just as fast as it comes
Then breathing deep into that moment of falling fast into a restful night’s sleep
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Written by johnwhays
December 11, 2019 at 7:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with creative writing, free verse, life, Lists, poetry, prose, stream of consciousness, universal experience
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