Faith
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6w5
Am I a fake – a fraud without a prayer? Or am I finally down to plain old me?
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unknowns beneath
Still waters run deep; as it is with those who paddle silently upon them.
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Right On Time
I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.
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What Once Was Known – Sonnet XXIX
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
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too quickly passing
Equinox / our remaining hope / before / Darker / Interrupts / Dark
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Keep The Change?
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
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Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
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Look without Edges
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
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And thus I proceed – Amen.
Even with functioning eyes / Seeing can never be forced.
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Mirror
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
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“Moist” – #SoCS
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.
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Sonnet XXVII – formed in space
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
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The Tyranny of Tomorrow – #SoCS
So, today’s word prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “hope“. HA! HA HA! I just wrote a poem earlier this week for the Pic and a Word Challenge that I entitled, “leaving hope behind”, prompting a friend or two to inquire, “Are you doing ok?” Hope is a funny thing. It so often…
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spiritus
the breath so long withheld
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leaving hope behind
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
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Yup. Still Proud
July doesn’t change a thing.
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The Gay Christian
What will the church do with us?
defying atrophy 