To Would

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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

Pulsar Day

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What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand

Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand

Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss

Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross

I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive

To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive

Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day

When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away

Pie

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I loved you
I loved
Sleeping along side you
Listening to you breathe
Basking in your presence through the night
Seeing in the morning you were real
Sharing berries at breakfast with you

I’ll be damned — you were larger than life

And your walking away — without a goodbye — a most epic plot twist

A pie in the face afterall

Avilion

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One fluid motion this life
Don’t let the fits and starts fool you
A seeming inability to find what it’s all for
When people pain your heart
Love them aloud anyway
Should the days forbare to reveal truth
Herald the light nonetheless
Befriend all of nature
Indulge noisy children
Sing a workaday’s song
To the water’s depth, say, “OK”
At the end of the day, this is what it’s all for
Don’t let your eyes miss the overflow
One silken strand this life to weave
Photo Location: Bay View, Wisconsin’s Avalon Atmospheric Theater

Roguing

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Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments

Tiny poems as pollen

Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life

Roguing now, she

Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still

This Time

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Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend

It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early

Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you

Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless

Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!