Category: poetry
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The In Between
This could be the hardest time Rumination with no outlet No permission to be spoken into the dark, cold, starry night to be manifested into something true Forever seeking whether the answer is in a pill or in change in numbing or in growing Is this winter’s sunrise, the lack of desolate frigidity, a gift
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Summer Home
If I could build a summer home It would be Window screens and box fans, the sound of thunder as a summer storm rolls in. Now those windows are closed up by air conditioning, but I still prefer the heat and the summer breeze. It would be 4th of July snappers and smoke bombs, bottle…
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Don’t forget what pushes you forward
First days of what feels like winter, but what isn’t quite yet The ominous march into deeper darkness My body is confused by the absence of light, the absence of warmth, of joy The dimming of life. There is no birdsong. The sun rises too late and sets too early. Never before have I been…
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Sunrise and Birdsong
The present moment is the hardest to stay in. Yet it is the moment that brings the most peace. The existential crisis growing, as we dig into the past, searching, and dream of something different for the future, hoping. How do we stay, but move. Reflect, grow, but stay. What is it about time travel…
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Shadow from the spiral binding
Then sings my soul, the candle burning. The unending search for that which will not quench this thirst, nor extinguish the fire. No. But, that which will make it glow brighter, burn stronger, aid in the seeking. The starshine, the sunlight. To send my heart to bursting with joy, my soul to singing.
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A reminder
The sun shines across the page Casting shadows as I write Pen to paper, dark to light If only to capture the beauty in words To hold the sun at the horizon, robins singing
Birdsong and Sunrise 