Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’
Celestial – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Celestial,” first published in December of 2011.
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Before – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Before,” first published in June of 2012.
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Believing – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Believing,” first published in February of 2010.
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Barriers – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Barriers,” first published in February of 2012.
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Anticipate – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Anticipate,” first published in July of 2014.
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Crispy
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crispy
is back
I saw so last night
while watching tv
I was avoiding actual headlines
of terror and pain
that rerun on the newsfeed
I usually read
so for a night
I escaped
and my soft spot
was moved
to tears
at seeing artists
whom I don’t really know
relish their moment
for shows I haven’t seen
where they get to act
life’s emotions
that we then feel
while eating popcorn
and on rare occasions
M&M’s …crispy
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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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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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