Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’
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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Quiet
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feeling quiet today
sort of exhausted
mentally
physically tired
weary of dry weather
but last night it did rain
ready to ponder
instead of create
though they’re actually both the same
accepting quiet
can be an art
the sparking of a flame
seems my fire
is burning slowly
my tiger
behaving tame
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Flowing
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slowly
flowing
blasting past
every last transformation
the old neighborhood
is gone
our memories
don’t last
buried deep
resurfacing
in a dream
a breath
of hope
lost
in an instant of ‘I’m not from here’
walking away
toward yesterday
the marbles roll
behind the couch
flirting
silently
with old realities
in the fog
of dust and detritus
pressed
precariously
against
unknown reasons
for every
vague
remembrance
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Chances
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looking back
through years of chances
meaningless
missed chances
to choose
a different response
than the one
that determined an outcome
like an artist
creating a view
laughing tearfully
causing a sigh
pausing to realize
the vision
keeps fading in and out
blurring
evading capture
circling
beyond the lines
waiting
patiently
in queue
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Living
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in case
you missed
what happened next
the moral
of the story
take a breath
no, really
take that breath
pausing
just one moment
to catch yourself
living
your adventure
yeah, no lie
it helps to laugh
right through the tears
hanging your hat on
what grinds your gears
look back a bit
at some past lesson
from time gone by
when ships came in
or the other time
you missed that boat
and ask yourself
is there a question
you could ask
that would tell yourself
you already know
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