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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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there is not enough time
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
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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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Let no one tell you how to live
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and give;Let no one tell you how to live.When joy is leaking like a sieve,push forward – hard – and never quit.Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.
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edges blur
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
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in swirling chaos
in swirling chaos / together – we find center / and you make me feel
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It’s a SIGN…
Or IS it a “sign” at all?
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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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Take Them Off!
Who is the Weakest Link?
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be not proud
What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?
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The Race
Every race needs a winner.
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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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Mr. Fletcher, my dear.
Such a claim to… ignominious… glory?
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the ursine fur I bear
how did we go from hairy bodies with clean faces to bare skin and bushy beards?
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