lotus flower blooms,
as the mind expands, and learns
from past circumstance
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how does it feel deep
inside when a line
breaks, again, and again,
through time?
breaking uncontrollable,
solace not found
only rebounded
from past to present
and never protected.
holding the pieces
of my being together,
with all the muster
that I can gather.
tears a flood,
body racked with remorse
of another time,
soul cracking
from the inside out,
without,
letting me know
the reason
for all of my doubts.
and just then?
breathe,
then,
breathe
again.
it happens,
just
as it is supposed to,
even when we try
really hard to
force the issue.
breathe,
then,
breathe
again.
it’s not ours to hold
alone,
even though
that’s what
we’ve been told.
mystery
meets conjecture
through the turbulent
weather and storms
of centuries
of nomenclature.
we’re unbound
and limitless,
regardless of what
you’ve been seeking,
and protecting
from the druthers
of all of life’s pleasures.
breathe,
then,
breathe
again.
take solace in
yourself,
rejoice in the love
residing
in your heart,
which has been there
from the very start.
no need to guess,
simply
ask the question
to the One
who
has the access.
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wish upon a star
dropped down
from afar,
passed knowing, being,
and our collective
pleading.
lands
beyond time,
space,
and all the rest
of our misgivings’
trace
us back to here,
now,
watching, learning,
loving, and as
we keep trudging, we
realize the truth
about
ourselves
in the process
of becoming.
a flower unfolds,
it’s heart bared
for you to see,
mirroring the majesty
of a moment
typically unseen.
resting
in this knowing,
we accept
and also protect
the myriad of
destinies,
written upon
the wall of time
with the essence
of our souls
collective being.
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jagged edges
cut deep
while resolving
we keep
our connection
to all
of our heart’s
deepest secrets
bared
only
for you and me
hidden
for a time
back
with fervor
and a gusto
all their
own
we know
the show
is only
for those
that truly grow
into
other iterations
of being
while transfixed
by the matrix
of collective
memories
and
shadows
of past
circumstance
we resolve
and move
toward tomorrow
with a sense of
urgency
and yes
sometimes sorrow
yet
finally
we behold
the
afterglow
of the
gift bestowed
I wrote this poem the other night, and I as I reflected upon the WDYS #87 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, it occurred to me that this poem was perfect for the prompt. I love it when that happens.
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fingers glide
along the edges
of the velvety landscape
while
wishing upon a star
for all those who have died
and come before
dreams larger
than life itself
seeded
when young
and
given the proper care
while
attended with love
and devotion
their utmost bared
connection
to the landscape
so clear
it’s as if the sky
has opened up
and given itself to me
as a gift
sun shining down
petals an afterglow of
revelry
and
the mysterious
challenges
we face
hidden
along the lines
we trace
leaving behind
shadows dancing
while
attracting
the moonlight’s
kiss
upon our
collective
face
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Fingers clutching,
gripping, and
ripping
at the pain,
tearing away, yet,
another piece of me
from the fray.
As they walk
along the edges
of my pain, I,
at times feel dismay, and
a growing sense of tame,
which was once only known
to me as shame.
I can taste the bitterness
of the pain endured,
and taught to me and you,
yet, for now, let us refrain.
We all learn to walk once,
and as age progresses, we
may learn to again
walk through
that door of obsessions.
A door once closed,
becomes a profound
sense of renewal,
just as a key lost
and now found,
opened the door
once more.
Heart fit the lock
just right, and
what came walking through,
sent me into
a love so cavernous,
it’s all one can do
to simply
become ravenous.
Filling oneself
on life’s love,
jubilant and triumphant, and
all the while
humbled by gratitude
of a collective magnitude.
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juneteenth, remember
and pay homage to those that
have come before, while
holding
the knowing
that slavery’s insidiousness
still resides within the framework
of this nation’s handiwork
“Won’t it be wonderful when Black history and Native American history and Jewish history and all of U.S. history is taught from one book. Just U.S. history.” —Maya Angelou
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“If the cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. Because the goal of America is freedom, abused and scorned tho’ we may be, our destiny is tied up with America’s destiny.” —Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Head under water,
necessitates
another way of being,
while the paradox of life
keeps on playing.
Hard to breathe,
lungs burning,
heart aching,
all the while,
the mind
keeps
straying.
Tears fall,
while hope
lingers
along my fingers.
A subtle touch,
and feeling returns
to the essence
of my being.
While drenched
in my solitude,
the connection
remains
among you.
Like the birth
of a flower,
time is now
flourishing
without heartache
or sorrow.
And,
as time skips a beat,
love finds me,
cradles me
with care,
and in that moment,
I know,
I’m not beyond repair.
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petals grasp
silence,
as the grass
grows taller,
and the weather fonder
a miracle of nature, and
beauty in simplicity,
without conjecture
or the need
for any grand gesture
just silence
and stillness,
amidst the chaos
and shrillness
being,
without thinking,
and living and loving
until our hearts are breaking
and,
inside this
brokenness,
lives the mystery
of all that’s
been promised us
a wholeness,
which lives
and breathes
thus,
remember,
my dear,
that brokenness
mends,
and hearts fill again
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Numb to the pain
of a very long
day,
I ponder
the way of it,
and also consider
the play a bit.
Two warring factions, looking
for attention,
and peace of mind,
regardless
of our time,
so please be kind.
Think about the paradox
you’ve created
to talk about;
knowing all the while,
each faction
is only a distraction
of mind.
And, when we get clear
on all that we find, we realize,
the truth about this clever
semantical lever,
and make the
two, One
forever.
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