Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Stuck
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late at night
past the flickering city lights
the warmth of summer at the solstice
mixes gently
with the chill
that settles in the low spots
where crickets keep their beat
a time signature set by heat
or possibly the lack thereof
sleep swoops in slyly
crescent moon
hangs there dryly
where nothing ever happens
life is stuck in possibility
awaiting aimlessly
for the next wave coming
just in case
it eventually does
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Crescendo
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that part where there is a key change
…yeah
and everything kicks into a higher gear
that’s what we’re after here
cheerful, don’t you know?
a dream that might become reality
and the chorus begins to climb
ringing harmony and rhyme
we take flight
and reach out for a golden ring
as we sail breezily by
feeling laughter
that lifts like wings
when nothing matters
but the glint within the eyes
and the singing
that’s the thing
it’s all clear voices
resonating in the sky
our souls slowly entangle
a delicate swirling dance
that desperately feels like nothing
if not some kind of romance
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Forward
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we move forward because
regardless how drowsy
it has to be done
I know someone
who writes it all down
composes as she goes
in a way that has life
that is life
the way it should be told
and it stops me
in my tracks
as I realize
despite all the here and now
I know from before
and of what will soon be
it’s deep down in my cells
existentially
but I busy myself
clouding their sense
helping them to be distracted
with their processed cravings
for sugars and complex carbs
and we burden each other
with our petty demands
in a side plot
of the great big grand scheme
my cells and me
dancing forward
clumsily
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Sleepy
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while unintentionally falling asleep
I tend to hear things in my head
voices speaking out
or a cat’s meow
which startles me awake again
and then I realize
the sound didn’t happen
didn’t come through my ears
did I make up that sound?
that voice?
why would I do that?
I was awake and thinking
when a blink failed to open
so the brain makes a switch
from thinking thoughts to making sounds
that ears cannot hear
but thoughts cannot recognize
as thoughts
just sounds
that I discover
after returning to awake
and I wonder
if I had stayed asleep
would that sound have become
a dream?
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Poetic Interlude
Much as I am enjoying the chance to relive the days of our fabulous visit with the Morales family in Guatemala, the realities of my present day responsibilities are squeezing me right out of chances to write more at this time, so I am going to compose a few non-sentence poetic word lines that come to mind to compliment this abstract closeup image of a palm tree. It is a quicker exercise for me, because I can just make it up as I go along, don’t you know.
flying
from snow
to see friends
in Guatemala
excited
anticipation
is met
with smiles
and miles
and miles
of unbelievable things
more appropriately measured
in kilometers
but no matter
it’s all the same
with fun stacked upon fun
and every day more
beauty and wonder
intrinsically magical things
friends become family
making it hard when it comes
that point of departure
when hearts tend to break
the time for goodbyes
when we have to fly
back home
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We are missing you so much, Marco, Dunia, Marco, & Jose!
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Winding – revisited
If everything happened according to the plan, we should have arrived home yesterday afternoon. This will be the last in my series of revisited ‘Words on Images’ creations filling in during my adventures in Guatemala. I am taking one last day to absorb all that we have experienced in the past week and a half, before endeavoring to compose the tales of our adventure for you to see here in the days ahead. Thanks for following along!
Today, “Winding,” first published in June of 2013.
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