Morning Triku # 95 – “Priorities”

Shifting Priorities

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Riding bikes for years

From just one to many gears

Liked the red one best

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Priorities Made

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My lonely workshop

It has tools galore, though my

Pens and pads used more

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Sporting Priorities

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Soon the pond will freeze

Kids enjoy their skating rink

What do the fish think?

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Future Steps

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Please stand with me on this well-worn street

We can ponder the many perpetual feet

Walk with me please on a path well known

We’ll bask in its beauty with others alone

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Please run with me to distant lands

Leaving our souls in warm wet sands

Then leap with me over oceans vast

We’ll discover our future in the past

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Please sit with me in this quiet place

We’ll etch in our minds each other’s face

Come lie with me atop the cool lush grass

Forever watching clouds and starlight pass

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Share with me moments the clock hands can’t reach

The wisdom of time we will learn and teach

Wear with me please a simple band of ore

So we may wander together evermore

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Winded

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Tis the wind that taps my glass

I close my eyes with hope to pass

Tis the wind beats on my door

I cower and cover till no more

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Tis the wind that haunts my home

Forever it lurks where I roam

Tis the wind rattles my brain

Run do I, none to gain

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Tis the wind wherever I go

Till ash is I then it will follow

Tis this wind shall set me free

Scattered safely I will be

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Slices of Time

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Stories of a life hidden beneath the grays

Peel back the many layers, see the brighter days

Shades grow ever subtle; space grows to its end

Hues upon a palette, in time all will blend

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Our colors, depths and textures all leave their traces

Memories in murals and the portraits many faces

Like time measured in the trees ringed grain

Reflections of our many years of snow, ice and rain

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Clockwork

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By day I write

and hide from night

By night I hide from myself

That’s when the demons appear

escaping their hidden shelf

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They spill my ink

won’t let me think

I’m forced to quit too soon

Then I’m left with nothing to do

until the setting moon

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The sun will rise

to blurry eyes

And off again I’ll venture

I’ll try to have a brighter day

But darkness remains unsure

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