“Summer Cottage”
Summer cottage
Back from the sea
Sand trails worn
Salty breeze
Past noon shadows
‘Round windows sneak
Lazy naps
Blissful peace
Sunset wonder
Horizon squeeze
Barefoot stroll
Soul at ease
Summer Cottage
Tag: observations
Breathtaker
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Not Art?
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“Writing Distraction”
“Writing Distraction”
Environment skews focus
Elusive ideas remain away
Cannot quite grasp it
Looming large but ineffable
Which is a word I learned in high school
From a young woman named Megan
Which I cannot remember if she spelled her name with or without an “h”
Old dial tone phones with Boa Constrictor cords
Kept us tethered in the wonder of an inconsequential connection
Each of us pushed towards an idea of what we were supposed to be
In spite, of the discomforts of not knowing how
I do not know that we ever kissed or held hands
But—I am certain the seeds of my later courting elegance were sown during these largely small distractions
Flailing at life
Learning to dance
Whispering into the molded plastic receiver of an avocado colored phone
Hoping against hope that my deepest secrets and desires were heard
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“Nonconformity”
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“Lost Track of Ties”
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“Outstanding”
“Outstanding”
Sometimes it’s hard to stand out
Standing up for others that can’t
Backing down bullies’ braggadocio
There are people out to hurt others
Afraid to help others
And ignore their suffering
Enjoying the struggle
Yet—
Some still stand out against that
Hands outstretched
Elevating others
Those are the ones…
That stand out
For me, for you, for all
Standing for righteousness
Standing on
Standing up
Standing out
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“Alone From Me”
“Alone From Me”
I don’t know how to be
In a place—alone from me
Sustaining sanity
A misleading reverie
Impatience patiently
In a place—alone from me
Existential parity
Haunts this lucid waking dream
A calm collective calamity
In a place—alone from me
Isolation bursting seams
Old companions take their leave
A desert mirage fleetingly
In a place—alone from me
Unsightly vision still unseen
Alone…alone…alone from me
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“Coming Out of My Shell”
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“A Short Reflection”
