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

Posts Tagged ‘prose poetry

Ready

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you don’t need to forget

but you’re welcome to try

like a sneeze sneaking up for a very long time

I am coming

so get ready, or not

there are more stars in the sky

when there are no other lights

have you seen them with your very own eyes

the glorious stories they tell

from before we were born

have burned longer than we’ll all be alive

while we waste precious breath

hissing words we’ll regret

once we reclaim all our senses and pride

who is coming

are they ready, or not

our better angels flying round

every space in between

fill the cracks in our delicate minds

reminds us of something else

we might forget to apply

sending love is better than saying goodbye

there’s only so much time left

gather all of your pets

and paint portraits to remember them by

we are going

so be ready, or not

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January 21, 2020 at 7:00 am

Ahead

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January 13, 2020 at 7:00 am

Goodness

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Words on Images

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December 14, 2019 at 11:10 am

Crescendo

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Words on Images

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October 22, 2019 at 6:00 am

Lightly

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Words on Images

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October 11, 2019 at 6:00 am

Happy

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would you do me a favor
and loan me that smile
for as long as I can remember it
deep into the darkness
of hours and days
away from the laughter
that lights up your eyes
when we are happy
and in love
stupendously in love
but more importantly just
incredibly
happy

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October 9, 2019 at 6:00 am

Didn’t

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I didn’t have a dream
about a big black bear last night
nobody ever wonders
why they didn’t dream
about a big black bear
the one that is trying to get into the house
when you discover the only barrier
was a sliding screen door
separating you
from him
the kind of dream that goes on
and on
but for some strange reason
the bear never figures out
it could walk right through
which keeps the dream
from being about an attack
yet does nothing to allay
the imminent threat that it could
nobody wakes up
with an awareness
they didn’t have a dream
like that

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