Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Choose
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freedom
to choose health
in the face of other options
takes effort
that is rewarded
incrementally
sometimes infinitesimally
over time
do the math
not the science
that it takes
making rockets fly
simple addition
day after day
for months at a time
healthy emerges
for goodness sakes
like green on the grass
running in a river
rounding the rocks
headed toward forever
where life is esteemed
and success of good health
the spectacular garnish
that feeds on itself
in magical ways
running and jumping
with joyous persuasion
returning investments
of health options chosen
turn off that tv
go do something else
break down that routine
be someone else
that unlikely person
you never felt could
emerge from your shell
stuck there for good
just a choice
to be made
inside the mind
there’s reward to be nabbed
free for the choosing
life filled with promise
of better than good
outside the lines
of everyday drab
just beyond reach
of those who don’t try
it’s easy to grasp
for the bold few who do
exercise free choice
to choose better health
not just for a day
but from now on
days-months-years at a time
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Thinks
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there are too many thinks
to think about
all up in our heads
some gathering clout
to gain in importance
the rest dribbling out
falling through cracks
too wide to stop
real ideas
leaking right out
out of our sight
and far from our minds
joining lost things
deserving thought-time
leaving behind
unspecified finds
words from our friends
chores that aren’t done
happy-go-lucky
freewheeling big fun
heavier things
left incomplete
usually because
they’re too hard to do
needing deep thoughts
not here to fall through
grabbing for grasp
while clinging to hope
some new way will come
to successfully cope
succumbing to sleep
that seeps up from below
the too many thinks
continue to flow
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Voices
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sometimes I hear voices
when I’m falling asleep
but not through my ears
they’re inside my head
and they startle me awake
back to being alert
where I realize there wasn’t any sound
leaving me wondering
why I heard what I did
trying to determine
if it was someone I know
or a voice I have heard
somewhere in my life
maybe a stupid tv show
or possibly the radio
probably not from a checkout line
where some stranger spoke loudly
while I pretended not to listen
even though it’s impossible to not
and I shouldn’t focus on who it was
when it distracts me from what they said
in classic dream mode
as you transition to awake
I can still make out some voice
but not the words that they said
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Fourth
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holiday weekend
early July
at the lake
kids galore
laughter and tears
“get me a drink”
“I want that”
oops
manners forgot
sunny lake breeze
boats to and fro
soccer on the lawn
plastic chairs
as goal posts
game without borders
play continues
through the playground
around the tractor
and back
19 goals later
throngs hit the beach
shrieks splashing
in every direction
parents lounging
side by side
on chairs in the shade
as the sailboat returns
triumphant
smoke wafting
from the hot tub burner
and our campfire, too
where the potatoes in foil
simmer enticingly
marshmallows melting
charred by flame
then card games on the porch
firecrackers popping outside
carefree pleasures
galore
happy weekend
celebrating
July four
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