Love
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blur
My eleven-year-old mind is often a blur, but some things are crystal clear.
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family ties
some days I lose my mind and they lose theirs, but mostly – we lose our hearts.
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side-effects
I forgot this part
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cj oolong
some see such habits – look with gall; ~ no harm, no foul – and so… repeat.
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stop the world
dona nobis pacem
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broken crutch
Affirmation on the wall ~ “You Got This” ~ three words fix it all.
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Sonnet VIII – labor pains?
Tools abound to fix what mends are needed.
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I dream
nightmares gone ~ I dream
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no map required?
finding the trailhead ~ halfway through the hike – is hard.
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Falling Water
white noise, really, but the best color of white I’ve ever heard.
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Social Media Diplomacy
We yell from both sides of the room ~ and only hear what echoes back ~ a world that’s only white or black
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Sonnet VII – Still Walking
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself; Turns out that flight is only for a time.
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Feeling the Feels
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
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the poet’s irony
I try to write of love ~ but words ne’er flow
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Needful Things
we tell our kids – needs come first ~ but want calls oh so loudly
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fire and ice
spark to flame / kindled calefacation / solid ice to slogging slush.
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countdown
lift-off? or mission aborted?
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armored
That suit gets heavy, you know.
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Sleeper, Awake.
I am currently calling us “Awake Ben” and “Sleeping Ben”, which (because I’m so clever, you know) works on a number of levels, both literally and figuratively.
