Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’
Distinction
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waiting
for the time
I forgot
all the reasons
why
and why not
all the lights
are constantly aglow
through the night
near the city
by the boats
where the trees
refuse to live
and weeds compete
to survive the longest
as life forms tend to do
striving to thrive
against the ongoing threat
of distinction
while pretending
to be hiding
in everyone’s plain sight
in the broad daylight
.
.
Undefeated
.
slow
rotation
from elation
to despair
to reckless abandon
borderline panic
as time runs out
this circumstance
arises abruptly
surrounded by helplessness
hopes dashed
dripping with symbolism
for everything
relating to existence
on this plane
in this realm
at this moment
defeat
seems to matter
more than anything
except that
none of it
really matters
at all
.
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Stream Thoughts
Some things never seem to change.
Everything is constantly changing.
Hummingbirds have returned to our feeders.
Baltimore Orioles continue to hang around them, too.
People in the area have been reporting bear activity wrecking their bird feeders.
Our portable dehumidifier in the basement conked out.
The downstairs bedroom started getting damp soon after.
We are getting quotes for a more robust solution.
I found out my dental insurance isn’t accepted by our dental office because it’s a Medicare plan.
The chipped molar I’ve been living with for months will cost over $400.00 for them to repair with a filling.
If they fix it and the fix lasts for the rest of my life, I can spread out that expense in my head so it doesn’t seem all that much.
The last two overnight thunderstorms each dropped less than a half inch of rain.
The grass stayed wet all day long yesterday, so I couldn’t mow areas that are in need.
Instead, I used the string trimmer to finish cutting our trails through the woods.
On my last bike ride, the derailleur wouldn’t shift into the lowest gear I wanted on the steep hills.
I tried using the barrel adjustment for a quick fix, but that wasn’t the right solution.
To do it right, I need to start at the beginning and recalibrate the entire system.
If possible, I hope to complete that before taking the bike to the lake for Memorial weekend.
Somehow, we’ve reached the beginning of our summer schedule of spending weekends up at the lake place.
This summer, I am not going to be riding the Tour of Minnesota in June.
Instead, friends are planning our own rides and tent camping at different locations on different dates.
The Sparta/Elroy trail system will be our first destination in early June.
In August, I will be Cyndie’s plus one at her 50th high school class reunion.
Next week, I will attend the initial planning meeting for my 50th class reunion in 2027.
Historically, I’ve found the planning to be as much fun as the reunions, so I’m looking forward to it.
As I was walking toward the barn upon completion of my trail trimming, Asher didn’t seem to recognize me.
When I got close enough that he figured it out, he was suddenly bounding toward me with flopping ears and a smile on his face.
That kind of greeting from a dog is unparalleled.
I sure hope he doesn’t come upon any bears roaming around our property.
Some days, a writer just decides to write individual thought sentences.
It’s like a story poem.
Less lyrical.
More informational.
But creative, in its own way.
Don’t you think?
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Chiming
.
from a tone
bravely accosting the silence
the stuttering steps
of apprehension
peal ceaselessly
in the gentle breeze
that wasn’t there
a moment ago
chiming a song
bounce by ricocheting
bounce
.
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Wicked
.
the year was 2016
and before that
all the ones starting with 19
then hundreds more
even before those
don’t bother counting
people like to forget
pretend certain things didn’t happen
wash away the parts that don’t fit
the narrative
hidden
in the invective
couched clumsily
with infantile emotion
lipstick
pigs
a feint in intimidation
hacking out a slimy living
to this day
leaving the rest of the world
at a loss
to conceive
how the hell
the wicked
sleep
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Relative Something 