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to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
Tag: hope
It Just Might Be
A small part of me
longs for one good snow
when the season arrives,
a snow to cover the ground
and the trees and the streets,
to bring a mere moment of silence
in the current hubbub of life.
One good snow might be nice.
Plastic Plants
Plastic plants
reaching out in vain,
not for sunshine
but they think it is,
not for rain
but they hope it is,
anything will do
but they hold out
for something new
to wash the dust away.
Absence
What lurks in the shadows
are the creatures
of our own making,
coming for
their pound of flesh
and a piece of
peace of mind.
What lurks in the shadows
eats good these days,
thrives these days,
basks in the outer dark
these days.
What lurks in the shadows
can’t stand the light
so it sharpens its teeth
and fills its belly
with the absence of peace.
Knowing, Asking, Wondering
Some things are beyond
our understanding,
be it the questions of
What? Where? Why?
or
Who? When? How?
but there’s a certain beauty
in not knowing at times,
in being able to wonder
like a kid again
when life seems boring,
to be brought near
in unexpected ways
when it feels like the world
has pushed you away,
to not hide in fear
from the unknown
but to embrace it
like a new friend.
Even
these things
are beyond complete understanding
even if we didn’t
question it
and went along with it instead.
Letterman Jacket
There’s a short window of time
when you hear a name
you used to know
and the floodgate breaks,
memories flowing through the mind.
It’s but a moment, a brief smile,
a bit of wonder about
where they are,
what they are doing,
how they are doing.
It passes.
The memory, the recollection
fades into the dark,
tangled in the mind’s cobwebs
to welcome the brief smile
back into obscurity
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I had an idea for a poem earlier today but then it jack-knifed when I started writing it just now. For context: The only reason I log onto Facebook anymore is to post the Sunday service on the church’s page. I put some VBS pictures online this afternoon though and looked around a bit. You can probably piece the context together from that but I will add this: that life is far too short and precious to think that high school was the mountaintop.
That Which Gives Us Pause
A long time I waited
but nothing happened–
some things require action
and my reaction
was inaction.
Waiting was doing something
even if that something
was nothing.
But now it is time,
now it is time to do something,
anything, everything I can
because above almost anything
she’s everything
to me.
Hearts On Fire
The ice cold ashes from failure
A broken heart, lying in pieces
Like a ruined stained glass
Window, tell only half the story
But since I met you, the ashes
Turned to embers, to a fire
And the pieces came together
Forging something new
And for the first time, in so long
Days don’t feel so bad
Maybe it’s the time of the
Season, the turning of the tide
But maybe it’s just you
And while I want us to be
Together in love, I know too
It may not happen, but if a bond
Can remain as strong as this
Then I have the peace of mind
You helped me feel complete
Singing in the Rain
It was a rainy day
when it finally set in:
I don’t need to beat myself up
anymore
It could have been snowing,
the sun could have shined,
but the water felt good
over invisible bruises
as it washed away
confusion
Endless Tapestry
Needle to thread
A new tale begins
Yet it’s the same
From the story
To the plot
And it’s end
The characters change
And the setting is different
But it seems the Author
Doesn’t want a positive change
And I don’t know why.
While the tears shed have been
Less, Love is ever evasive and
Illusive, one that mocks
Spits, and screams at my face
To stay down, that I’ll never have
The woman I want, not the one
I need. So the same old threads
Go forth, the same burgundy,
Navy, brown, and grey, weaving
The repeated pattern once again
And there’s nothing I can do
But watch beautiful melancholy
Color my eyes. How I want to
Set fire to the endless tapestry
Yet when I did it the last time
It returned as soon as it left
Leaving where it left off
And showing the multiple paths
To one endless, singular outcome
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