Hell-bent on the past
Talking to ghosts
Ending sentences with propositions
Spinning the time away
That I’d finally let it all die, with courage, I speak to a cowardice sky
It’s been four years. I miss you every day. You’re the only one I want to grow old with.
These bad habits galore — what for?
Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be
Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me
Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time
Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?
There’s much to be said
But I’m not pulling their card
Today or Wednesday
Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her
Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business
From time to time
I go looking
For a wrench
To throw
At me
To break
My heart
For a reminder
I go looking
From time time to time
Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”
Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words
Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word
Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words
What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance
There’ll be no solemn song
No “Hey, you hero of mine!”
Wind beneath their wings you were
Relegate of eagle shadow
Beautiful, smile…hide your pain
Fore-and-aft, you’ll flutter about
Oh, love! How you’ll luff
Teardrop-shaped, yet foil-less
All this windy day is wind
The ocean of you, they showboat atop
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