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Patterns

Patterns
As the new year starts, we’ve been programmed to make resolutions
for how we plan to change our spots in the coming year.
It’s been my experience that they rarely work.
Instead I like to take stock of the areas
where I made progress in the
past year, then settle on
a few intentions:
old patterns
I’d like
to break,
or new ones
I’d like to initiate.
This gives me more latitude,
more room to rearrange those spots
rather than expect them to change completely.

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Lookout

where’d you go
my Romeo
glimmered eye
no reason why

stolen kisses
my reminisces
left stranded
so abandoned

hijacked love
my fitted glove
standing stout
looking out
Thank you fellow blogger Penny for helping
me break my emotional block with your post this afternoon
—the winners of a challenge to write a poem on “Unrequited Love”–
that I had missed due to a weeklong absence writing here.
Although I missed the deadline for the
contest, it moved me to put these
words together with this image.
I knew there must be a reason
for all this blogging.
🙂

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Surfing

one step
then two
like man
on moon
surfing soon

Sometimes it feels like we are stuck in the sand, frozen in time.
We see where we want to go, hear it, can even smell it.
But we can’t move. We’re paralyzed by the thought
that we might make the wrong move. This
alligator reminds me that there is
no such thing. One step, the
slightest movement is
progress.

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Etching

graphs

etched

 minds

of coal

palms

creased

 hands

of old

inhale

 exhale

temps

rising

so little

we know

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In these uncertain times, it helps to remember
that I’m just one speck of sand in the ocean–the vast ebb and flow.
That my life–so large to me– is microscopic in the scheme of things. However
that my contribution, no matter how small, is vital to that big picture. That without it,
the world would be just a tad different. That I’m just as I should be at this moment in time.
That I am enough just as I am.


Streaming

pink sand
wonderland
triangles
squares
no cares
silver sheen
emerald green
jet stream

When I’m stressed or overwhelmed,
I often find relief by escaping into my imagery
with wordplay. In the weeks since I started this blog last spring,
my short verses have become even shorter—more and more like
word association than poetry.With this post, it seems I’ve likened this
wordplay to “streaming” —the data transfer that takes place when radio stations
broadcast via the Internet.  Or is it just verbal dreaming?
I’m not quite sure but it seems to make
some kind of imaginary sense.

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Drift

slight shift
some space
bond broken
or just adrift

can’t detect
your neglect
or my nagging
intellect

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