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

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Envision

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June 11, 2020 at 6:00 am

Effect

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May 21, 2020 at 6:00 am

Ageless

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April 17, 2020 at 6:00 am

Fading

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the sound of a lone car driving a mile away
passed by at the same time as the moving image
rolled along the only road to the south
we are socially distancing in the rural countryside
the dog, the cat, the chickens and me
alone together in our middle of nowhere
I get perturbed about how much wildlife poop the dog is eating
she cherishes it as a precious morsel that highlights her day
probably just as safe
as the aged leg bones she scrounged and devoured
in the middle of the cut hay-field the other day
there is just enough wind breezing through the pines
to trigger a familiar song the needles are known to sing
it serves as a background track for the chaotic sampling
of trills, chirps, tweeting and cawing from too many birds to count
the hours of daylight are fading fast
they have to make contact before heading to their respective beds
but the spectacular sight of the setting sun is a no-show
blocked by the rainclouds looming and gloomy
preparing to claim their dominance
over my plans for the next day
me and the animals
sheltering in place
at our country paradise
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Written by johnwhays

April 3, 2020 at 6:00 am

Conclusions

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March 19, 2020 at 6:00 am

Noticing

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February 23, 2020 at 11:03 am

Contrast

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deep in the recesses
of everyone’s long, long ago
the kernels of familiar
hold a comforting glow
a phrase
or just words
visions of places
unmistakable smells
the chestnut tree
toward the tennis court
beside the barn
where we lost hours of days
both in the sun
and deepest of snows
it stands in such sharp contrast
to the very right now
full technicolor hues
vast barrages of digital things
virtual carnival barkers
hollering uninvited
on phishing expeditions
mining hapless victims
through pocket devices
more powerful
than old fading minds
can hardly conceive

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Written by johnwhays

January 30, 2020 at 7:00 am

Ahead

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January 13, 2020 at 7:00 am

Meandering List

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It doesn’t all begin right here

How many things forgotten are saved in the top dresser drawer

Six moods experienced since late last night

All the ways to get from there to here

Pictures of full moons that I never took

Forests of trees that have been made into books

Random memories still around from elementary school

And dinner I don’t recall from several days ago

News constantly breaking that I don’t even know

Which obviously never matters to the actual facts

Feeling okay at the same time that I’m not

A morning paper that only occasionally arrives

Ageless illusions that shiver and fade like a carnival game

Favorite songs that change more often than socks

Walking just far enough to still make it back

Ecstatic energized laughter of a teenage girl on a road trip with her best girlfriends

The last gulp of water that leaves nothing but ice cubes

The way a singer’s voice breaks just right

Irony that gets missed so often it’s not

Sinking under the weight of waiting so awfully long

Noticing when bitter cold gets described as being “not terribly warm”

Savoring the flavor in our most favorite bites

Wishing for something that can’t possibly happen

That ubiquitous mug that holds so many cast-off pencils and pens

The unidentifiable sounds a house makes all by itself

Unquestionable adoration from a dog that would equally betray

Returning again and again for the same unexpected surprise

Thinking about ice cream ten times more often than actually eating it

Working the program with old school cool aplomb

Dancing when nobody is watching because that’s so much more authentic

Wishing it would rain so you didn’t have to go

Going anyway and having a better time than we ever imagined

Counting the ways until you forget what you’re counting

Looking at what’s right in front of us and recognizing the genuine still-life portrait we can see

The color of the sky during the minutes both darkness and light are visible

Asking the right question knowing full well the answer is all wrong

Arriving on time at the last chance saloon

Patiently listening even though they are talking too loud

Writing down each thought just as fast as it comes

Then breathing deep into that moment of falling fast into a restful night’s sleep

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Written by johnwhays

December 11, 2019 at 7:00 am

Wholeness

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