Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Predictable
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weather
storms
blue skies
heatwaves
cold spells
heartbreak
success
failure
rodents
reasons
seasons
taxes
deception
distractions
laughter
rain
pain
cracks
copycats
mold
just plain getting old
scandals
thuggery
lessons
loss
solar flares
burns
mud
rust
surprises
excuses
hunger
anger
drama
scams
growth
tears
fears
ripples
an echo
love and death
expectations
incantations
admiration
adulation
repetition
competition
pattern recognition
interruption
consequences
recompense
long waits
missed dates
altered states
final hours
happy endings
giving thanks
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Wrinkle
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the wrinkle in all this
while blinking back tears
endlessly waiting
bated breath
and all that
spinning around
to take a second look
all of us asking ourselves
how
why
not again
never again
it was supposed to be
never again
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Messy
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I got distracted from my reality
for a second last night
but it lasted for more than just one second
and had everything to do
with life in the whole world
happening all the time
messy
brilliant
wasted on the thankless
tragic beyond belief
a cold draft on the outside of my bare arm
an unexpected metaphoric slap in the face
defying all logic
at the time in that space
in this place
where it is gorgeous
peaceful
wild in multiple ways
natural world happenings
in vivid contrast
to unnatural accomplishments
of humankind
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Gravity
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swinging around
startled
then not
normalcy returns
in a privileged life
difficulty happens
and then doesn’t
for most of the days
of the rest of their lives
while holding
the sacred path
outlasting
the gravity
the rest of us
grasp
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Conversation
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just great
all time memory
lost
not forgotten
glossed
figurative
restorative
wondering
finally
incremental
incidental
wandering
last seen
staked out
ignited
misunderstood
wishing
struck down
downtown
mainstreet
deforestation
alternate location
waiting
looking out
casting about
grasping
second option
only two
bright
despite delight
indeed alright
dashed
in conversation
altogether
alone
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Emotion
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it’s all been said already
but how often do we listen
as if for the first time
the thing about written verse, though
it lacks that interlude
where the writer (singer)
might lean their head back
and shout a scat of voice
emulating a musical instrument
accenting an emotion
buried deep in our souls
before returning to continue
aforementioned themes
evoked
oh-ooh yeeeeaah
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Relative Something 