Mental Illness
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Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right? ‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
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Sonnet XLV – Let Nothing Fill Your Sail
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail; Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
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Start. again. anew.
start. again. anew. transformed again by some truth
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Mystery Meal
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun! Hey, remember me? I was once a faithful #SoCS contributor. I went away for a few months. Couldn’t write. I came back and wrote one Saturday entry.…
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the wheels turn
the wheels turn / and slowly the body / succumbs to the treads and the weight / of the monster it carries,
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I know not where to look or stand
I know not where to look or stand… I reach for footing; find just sand.
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in swirling chaos
in swirling chaos / together – we find center / and you make me feel
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Catching My Breath
I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch hit me near the beginning of my favorite writing month, National Poetry Writing Month, in April. Two years ago, a friend encouraged me to try it, even though I’d never written poetry (or what I…
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You begin this way:
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world, which is round but not flat and has more colors than we can see.
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what will the waves do with their fury?
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
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coup de grâce
He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.
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Soon the Sun Will Be Blazing
Though today We are Dazing While mindlessly Grazing
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When Perfection Eludes
I’m in here. Scared to death When perfection eludes.
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Drove along, he did.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
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Self-challenge, and… go.
I still don’t know where to start.
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The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
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See the Sea
When will I see the sea for what it is and what it will always be?
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transition
wisps of potential precipitation occlude the sun’s rays, goosebumping my flesh which was recently warm.
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What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
defying atrophy 