Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Hope
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six times
I reached for the solution
in that beckoning dream
sixty times
it was
of revolution extremes
without once recognizing
any hope to yet capture
a golden ring of uncertainty
sailing past all the action
cast off without doubt
simple oversight in large part
for reasons unreasonable
shed with no heart
to the wind in tall trees
where hope hopefully rides
to be found on the breeze
available to all sides
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Adrift
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it’s like a scene from a movie
happening in real time
sublimely
inside my tattered mind
and I can’t find the stairs
even though I look
there is nothing there
but a gap that exists, instead
in the space held by images
and I look away
somewhat desperate now
over a passing thought
of a memory gone
from that time and a place
disjoining my now
leaving it adrift
untethered from a reference
of familiarity
floating solely on an energy
that plays on a look
and lasts for mere seconds
an emotional burst
of unspoken words
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Attention
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allowing the obvious
to get all the attention
and energy
in quests to address
assorted issues
appearing worthy
we get nowhere
upon our treadmills
pounding out miles
fixing this
fixing that
at least we think
and tell ourselves so
but nothing happens
truly genuine
in terms of change
until we go back
with better focus
to look again
where we’ve previously chosen
obliviousness
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Image
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just a thought
a glimmer of hope
a perception of you
that becomes real
in my mind
no different from
how my brain forms
the image of you
captured by my eyes
as I look
directly at you
in real time
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Feelings
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I cannot think
of another way
to say out loud
what I mean to convey
words can’t match
my feelings today
so I sit on my hands
and just look away
up to the clouds
that look as if they
know more than me
with their casual display
of colors and shapes
in an epic array
which leads me to think
you don’t need me to say
what is already obvious
and everything’s okay
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Baggage
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lately
it’s as if
everything that ever was
perpetually lingers
unresolved
in a present tense
dreamlike
yet anything but a dream
and despite my urge
to embrace and inflame
some perceived affront
threatening my peace of mind
..a choice is available
free and unencumbered
. . .to not
and in this moment
to choose instead
noticing the sunset
painting the evening view
casting a golden hue
riding the evening breeze
into a summer cool
a welcome soothing balm
breaking imaginary locks
likewise invented chains
releasing concocted bonds
allowing unrivaled gains
filling here and now
with an absence
of baggage claimed
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Relative Something 