Circuitous
Yin and Yang’s never
just black and white, but it is
always circular.
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Foresight
With age comes brighter
introspection, for the dark
is to near sighted.
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Just a Peek
Know thyself, climb high,
peaks fleeting, limits unknown –
unless exceeded.
~*~
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The seas choppy there’s no port in sight.
A paradise found disappeared overnight.
Alone on the bridge now’s time to reflect.
When a course assured why reject?
Charts bear no point with a destination behind.
And the oceans small in space I find.
A tern overhead I’ve still to hope.
For the sailor, line’s life, there is no rope.
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Life creates the lines we wear.
They’re traced upon the face we share.
Smiles turned up spread everyday joy.
Pouty faces think hearts a toy.
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Lips arced down build no bridges.
Crinkled brows scaled ridges.
Eyes bright glow through the night,
eyes down dwelt shade their light.
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Enthusiasm shines with a spark.
Heartache shines in the dark.
Time wrinkles the more we press.
Smooth is felt, not a guess.
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Directions clear when maps unfold.
Routes we’ve drawn, our story told.
Hellos leave more to see.
Loves image is good bye free.
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I wish for the lines of long ago.
I wish to watch that of another grow.
A fateful glance we’re sure to know,
little things make the big picture show.
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Her scent lingers, I flushed away.
I sense the push of another shitty day.
She polluted my mind and soiled my bed.
Leave me alone, get out of my head!
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We fed our needs and ate our cake.
Her outside sweet, her inside’s fake.
Her taste and touch I felt were real.
Now pinched cheeks is all I feel.
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My hand shades so not so crass,
this burst of gas I hope to pass.
And groan some notes for a while,
refreshing again this steaming pile.
~
Time trickles naturally.
But stand I must eventually.
A gentle pull will clear the residue.
Her memory wiped but some sticks like glue.
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Choose Choice
Life’s multiple choice
Our answers lessen with time
Questions grow harder
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Schooled
Fears prevail feared
Tomorrow’s today’s earned
All will rise, some learned
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Chances Are
Life is bad when sad
Or grand when on clouds we stand
And glad for the hand
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The call of the sea is dear to me.
The whisper of the wind reminds.
Briny crust fills every pore.
Seconds savored and moments pure.
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It is to be a speck in an endless sky
or with blindness to question why.
Life is long when stars shine bright.
Tomorrow’s unsure in the dark of night.
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But a wind that howls while in my bed
blows the sea from a dreamy head.
Heavy sweat fills an achy brow,
moments to dread, hours to bow.
~
But to be a speck and that is all,
the vision of knowledge is very small.
Life is long when stars shine bright.
A tomorrow unsure when dark is light.
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In the calm the outside’s clear.
When times are rough it’s the inside we fear.
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Mornings give light.
Emotion fills night.
Eyes force sight.
Legs flee plight.
.
Opinions oft slight.
Truth’s never quite.
Souls know right.
Minds will fight.
.
Hearts feel blight.
Tomorrows bring fright.
Yesterday lends insight.
Fortitude means might.
.
Sparks do ignite.
Love shines bright.
Hands do write.
Life’s to delight.
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A stack of sonnets,
but nowhere to send,
their beginning was joyous.
I wept at the end.
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This stack of sonnets,
sit lonely by my side.
Paper thin memories,
time I’d rather hide.
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My stack of sonnets,
never to be read.
A future seen,
then instantly shred.
~
A stack of sonnets,
were drawn from my heart.
Now I feel empty.
And wish I didn’t start.
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Joyously Waiting
.
Woe is me and you,
joy’s reserved for just a few.
Enjoy what you do.
~
The Way Today
.
A day without love
is lonely, love yourself and
never be alone.
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Poetic Nuisance
.
A poet is a
romantic who thinks too much
and love blinds when seen.
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I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
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Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
~
I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
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Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
~
I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
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Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
~
That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good
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Only Reflection
Depression is when
the fog passes and the dark
is only more clear
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What’s Right
When optimism writ
Pessimism can be erased
Realism then left
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Libra-tions
Balance achieved when
heavy hearts and weighty souls
meet a mind on point
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Loopy –
The more time is spent
In the mirror, the more time
Reflection’s needed
~
Focus –
Poets see the world
Through a fish-eye and themselves
Through two-way mirrors
~
Good Luck –
Broken mirror shards
Though unfortunate leaves much
To reflect upon
~*~
Sck060215
Hate begets hate, love begets love.
The seas wave to the stars above.
If your day’s gloomy, the sun again you’ll see.
Just give it a day, take it from me.
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In times past the sky gifted hydration.
Now bile and acid rain down on the nation.
Sons spy through a growing and graying cloud,
patrons and maidens aglow and proud.
Though these gilded reflections are not for all,
till again the reign shall rightly fall.
~*~
sck072417
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Finally, the end of the longest day of my life was over. The tears of the past months now free to flow yet strangely absent. This old house quieter than ever, the door closing behind me and the true sense of emptiness was now being felt as I never thought possible.
Leading up to my wife’s death, friends, family and of course my daughter were always close by and the grief shared by all. Now the house is dark as I stand in the hallway not wanting to turn on the light for fear of seeing the reality of finally being alone.
The hall was brighter just this morning as the sun rose and my daughter and I went off to the funeral parlor for Liz, my wife’s final service before our trip to the cemetery. The morning was crisp and clear, a distant smell of lilac hung in the air as the cars lined up for the procession.
The route chosen was considerably longer than necessary but a twisty country road in full spring bloom is a sight to be enjoyed, even if it to be the last. The funeral itself was as beautiful as anyone could expect, the morning mist lingered in the new day and the birds serenaded in the background as hundreds of mourners passed to show love, friendship and respect for a truly remarkable person. A woman whom I loved deeply for many, many years but now feeling I never fully acknowledged as a person or professional and was regretting having not expressed it more when she was alive. I hoped she knew of my love and respect for her as a mother and friend, as a physician, scientist and teacher and of course as a very lucky man’s wife.
The next few days a similar sad and hazy blur, I just roamed from one room to the next recalling all the little things that happened in each one over the thirty years living here. Each had a story, a laugh or tear, all where ours, our colors, our furniture, our books and our clutter. Each and every piece a memory and all memories of an instant in time to never be repeated. A life time that was a life’s time in the making and yet gone in an instant.
Life goes on I’m told and I would like to believe that. I’m sure for many it does. For some however it’s just not meant to be. I realized this when the crumpled remains of my car was dumped in my driveway minutes ago. And I never got to say goodbye.
The End
sck061817 / dft
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Tried & True
In relationships
when each are always trying
trying it becomes
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The Vine
Only love and hate
are truly perpetual
False choices whither
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Hindsight
I’ve seen the future
and it’s only clear and bright
when it’s made that way
~*~
sck041018
Summer’s last breathe breathes the chill of fall.
I wait to answer while I wait to call.
Do we both anxiously check our phone?
Who’ll call first, who’s alone.
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Does she weep, does she wonder?
Does she care or does she wander?
What is she thinking? I’d love to know.
A mere breathe and my breeze will blow.
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And the waves of emotion may roll or crash,
castles of sand always gone with a splash.
Beach balls aloft have destinations to guess.
And I left to fill another, till breathless.
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Our Wrinkle in Time
Work is what we do,
when not doing what we want.
Like death but with pay.
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Constant Ripples
Time is space between.
Between matters and doesn’t.
Distance less with light.
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Perpetual Emotion
Love is energy.
Hearts, minds and bodies unite.
Time accelerates.
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I write by day, I write by night.
I write of darkness and of light.
I write of nature and worlds to explore.
I’ve written less, I’ve written more.
I write of emotion and of art.
I write of flutters in my heart.
I write of the old and the new.
I’ve written of joy and sadness too.
I write of dreams that fill my brain.
I write of love that’ll never wane.
I write for me to let you know.
I write for you so my feelings show.
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By day distracted with thoughts of you.
By night distracted with the work I do.
My sleep’s not good and diet worse.
I think exercise sounds like a curse.
Dreams bring solace asleep or awake.
Love is felt when your hand I take.
Satisfaction overwhelms when we kiss.
Our moments together are always bliss.
The past is gone, no time for blame.
With pen in hand this mind I’ll tame.
The future’s calling clear and loud.
My heart is certain, my heads in a cloud.
The day ahead leaves little choice.
Tomorrows together we’ll rejoice.
For it is you that I’m profoundly attracted.
I’d finish this poem but now I’m distracted.
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Full moon glistens on a rippled sea.
Reflections dance ever-changing and free.
A path’s illuminated for us to follow.
Horizons await our tomorrow.
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To like and love, to lust and trust,
formula’s clear and all’s a must.
Time teaches all to grow.
Seasons season all we know.
.
Negatives dwelt, positives melt.
Negatives dealt, positives felt.
The past a lesson, learned or not.
Good’s great when bad forgot.
.
Hearts, minds and souls align.
Eyes see all is truly fine.
Ears hear all that’s dear.
Arms ready for hugs to share.
.
Smiles glow and worries fade.
Kisses await and warmth made.
Bells ring to end and wake.
Lesson done when a pair we make.
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