Monthly Archives: August 2013

Degrees of Darkness

It raised the blood pressure last time…appropriate again for today.

Awakened Words

Unfortunately, this is one of those pieces I feel that I should preface with a warning (but in no way an apology). I am unabashedly conservative in my political and social view and beliefs, and this piece reflects a great deal of that. Contrary to current media/political propaganda, that does not make me a racist. I believe the cause of Martin Luther King Jr was just and justified. Sadly, we have veered far from his path and dream. We celebrate the man, but I fear his ideas are dead.

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DEGREES OF DARKNESS

We no longer strive for the pursuit
of happiness, especially not for all men.
No, today we are concerned only
with our own agenda, a compromise
being defined as you agreeing to do things
my way.

“When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring
from every village and every hamlet…

Definitions of Right, Correct, True,

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False Impressions of Bigger and Better Places

I stopped to listen
to the song
of the morning breeze
in the trees.

It had sought me out
in the pre-dawn light,
carrying
the memories
I had thought to leave
trapped within
the small
places behind me.

This little road will
lead me
to big dreams
in places
where memories
and breezes
follow instructions.

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At dVerse, mr Miller, the birthday boy (or was yesterday
when he posted the prompt), asks for a story
in exactly 55 words. This is really just the beginning
of a story…I wonder what he will discover…

also posted with the g-man per Brian’s birthday wishes

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I Cried Out

I cried out against
what I knew
to be false,
what I could
not believe.

I cried out for
what I needed
when drink
and drugs were no
longer enough.

I cried out in joy
when I knew
what was true,
and an end to life
was no longer feared.

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at Poets United Kim asks for a poem with a 
starting point of “I cried out”. I decided to go
for extremely short and simple with the most basic of 
word choice, and with those words repeated often.
So, yes, the rudimentary language is intentional.

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They No Longer Sell Poetry at the Bookstore

They no longer sell poetry
at the bookstore.

There used to be a section between
the westerns and the stationary —
Frost, Angelou, Bukowski, not
much new — behind the novelty
and gift card racks,

but they no longer sell poetry
at the bookstore.

There were collections and magazines
once upon a time, not so long ago,
where one could find a poem,
behind Discovery and the
Archeology Times,

but they no longer sell poetry
at the bookstore.

She would read to me, and I to her —
she preferred Dickinson, Hughes
more to my taste — on spring
nights and fall days when book pages
felt like new grass and dry leaves.

They no longer sell poetry
at the bookstore.

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Mask

I used to be able
to spot her
in a crowd,
her face a
beacon — different
from all the rest —
unique among the throng
of automatons
and posers.

I search the crowds still,
but she does not
stand out,
no longer open
to me, or anyone.
Her mask
is restored.

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This is in response to Margo’s image prompt, and a unique
photo it is. I cannot quite get this to do what I want it to, still
feels a bit overdone, not the unique take on the them I wanted.
The preponderance of ‘o’, however, is intentional.

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Degrees

We dreamed in degrees
of desperation,
each thinking the other
should be persuaded
by our own particular vision
of happiness.

I asked her once
if it was her heart or her head
which caused her to stay,
or some tribute
to the ideals of love
and commitment.
It seemed a period of years
before she answered.

I stay because of vows uttered
and moments remembered.

I stay because children should
not suffer from a rash decision.

I stay because I refuse to believe
a life is nothing more than things
nestled into a corner of the floor.

I stay because I still cry when
your space at the table is empty
or your side of the bed is cold.

I stay because I long for the future
we planned, and I have never
longed for another to hold my hand.

I stay because I believe love that was
can be again, if we wish it to be.

We dreamed in degrees
of desperation.

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for the Sunday Whirl Wordle

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Scars and White Dresses

She has escaped her scarlet shackles,
discovered the joy of light
and the right to wear
white dresses.
Most times
she feels as though she floats,
following newfound freedom
to the edge of dreams.
But the scars do not fade
from her wrists,
and what the mirror
shows is never a clear reflection
of who she is,
or is to become.

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for the image prompt
from The Mag
Shared at Poets United

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photo by Elena Kalis

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