Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Posts Tagged ‘poetry

Late

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March 6, 2015 at 7:00 am

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Repost: Weeks

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I did an impromptu search of the archives and found something from the first month I started this daily regimen of posting to Relative Something (about 6 years ago) which reflects my recent thinking about days flying by leading to months flying by. Here it is again, in case anyone else is freaked out that we are in the 3rd month of the year already:

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Written by johnwhays

March 2, 2015 at 7:00 am

Sleep

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early morning light
rattles gently against the window
asking to get inside
despite not needing permission
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darkness glides blithely away
until later that very same day
entirely unconcerned
there’s no alternative decision
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each fulfill their role on demand
for infinite weeks without end
and sleep just ignores the both of them
rolling right over because it can

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Written by johnwhays

February 26, 2015 at 7:00 am

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Power

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Power

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Written by johnwhays

February 22, 2015 at 9:51 am

Fresh

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Fresh

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Written by johnwhays

February 17, 2015 at 7:00 am

Dreaming

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Dreaming

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Written by johnwhays

February 13, 2015 at 7:00 am

Hours

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Hours

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Written by johnwhays

February 9, 2015 at 7:00 am

Looks

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Looks

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Written by johnwhays

February 3, 2015 at 7:00 am

Fast

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Written by johnwhays

January 28, 2015 at 7:00 am

Climb

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he wrote it down
for us to read
every time
an invisible line
bounding
unbridled
captivated
by the grind
a mixture of time
and repetition
and loss
without meaning
which we then bring
on the long climb

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Written by johnwhays

January 24, 2015 at 8:52 am

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