Archive for the ‘Creative Writing’ Category
Fog
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it’s complicated
trying to find the words
to describe the fog
in a way that’s not cliché
how it makes life feel
different
by just being there
clouding every space
both heavy and light
at the very same time
it fills every void
and effectively creates
one much greater
simple
as a science lab experiment
expanded
to epic proportions
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Go
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where do you go
to find a place
that is out of reach
past the setting sun
behind the things
that are easy to see
under the obvious
obscured by light
holding each secret
as if it would hurt
to let them all go
released to the wind
who knows what might transpire
or what rabid aftermath
would try to show up
unannounced
out of place
and chomping for a fight
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Echo
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that echo
of a bird call
sounds so far away
yet prominent
in the predawn silence
that almost defines
this time of day
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Relative Something 