Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Mystery
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Mystery radiates from everything
filling a void most choose to ignore
lightly dusting echoes with possibility
triggering that hint of a sneeze
asking for nothing
expecting even less
waiting for the evening
of our days
when you are long gone
though, you were never even here
just a figment of imagination
made real by possibility
and repetition
false memory
as credible as belief
a platform from which to dive
into the unknown
naked and alone
holding hope
and using it to float
past all the rest
of everything that doesn’t matter
happening every day
letting the ever-changing daylight
paint the backdrop of inner space
deeper shades of each unknown
effortlessly
without a hint or clue
quietly
as if not to awaken
some logical reference
to concrete and sequence
a genuine happiness
waiting to gently alight
from somewhere out of view
a phantom itch
that needs a scratch
… a void
that mystery gladly fills
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Updating
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.
softly
tip toeing
into the river
of updating software
doesn’t feel quite so soft
when jarred
by messages
frozen
on screen
that don’t respond
to frantic pushing
of buttons
panicked clicking
of keys
gnashing of teeth
whimpering a curse
languishing in limbo
adrift
between versions
of executable code
without a paddle
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Lyrical Reality
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sleep begs my eyelids to give up
tugging them down against their wishes
with miles to go
before I am home
pieces of asphalt lie scattered
in the grass that grows up around them
waiting patiently
for someplace to go
trees lean in every direction
victims of unforgiving forces unleashed
with vengeance
despite their innocence
the cats refuse to call a truce
behaving erratically and always on alert
to an impending threat
they themselves created
and the clock rolls on
ticking and clicking
advancing
as if being forced
to march on
no matter how ready
we don’t think
we really are
sunshine peeks up over the horizon
and everything takes notice and responds
absorbing and growing
greater than before
pounding like a heart always beating
inspiration thumps on my sleepy head
like a freight train
with someplace to be
things to do overflow my thoughts
like the snowmelt water that still remains
wreaking havoc
on any sense of order
brush piles patiently await their fate
as if being prominent carried specific intent
an always easy option
to fulfill a burning desire
and the clock rolls on
ticking and clicking
advancing
as if being forced
to march on
no matter how ready
we don’t think
we’ll ever be
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Calm
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it’s late
the light has faded
calm ensues
transcendent
the night air
filled with chanting
of innumerable frogs
resplendent
their calls
echoing
from somewhere
deep
within the ancient
of our lives
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Relative Something 