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Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
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A lizard ironed onto a rock,
Lissom limbs loaded
With cells that feel the earth’s pulse beat…
Lazy lizard; goaded.
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Rainbows transform
Angry sky to revelation;
Highway to hope-lined avenue;
Ordinary day to the dawn of time.
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He wasn’t handsome;
He didn’t look smart.
He didn’t seem wealthy.
He walked without art.
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How-do-you-do, It?
It with a capital I.
I’ve been longing so to meet you,
Now I wonder why.
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Adrift,
Sea tossed and salted,
Wind whipped and stranded on a bed of self doubt.
Festooned with crispy nerve weed
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An amorphous monster lurks within
Hidden from your view.
I used to think it lurked without
In ‘him’ or ‘her’ or ‘you’.
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Pink petals pouting prettily
Upon a slender stem.
Polished, perky petals with a
Neatly scalloped hem.
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Heart groping a hollow chamber,
Conscious of what is not,
Taking stock of what is:
Despair? Absent.
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What is it? Waiting in the wings;
Watching warily, wearily;
Always present, always silent.
A shadow yet untamed, unnamed;
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Poetry -such a powerful way to explore life's complexities, and to revel in its simplicity. Love it!)
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Burn Out?
Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
Days are judged by what’s achieved
Frantic ‘doing’ by night relieved.
Far from satisfied with life
Oft days leave me pained, in strife.
Others leave me enervated
Anger drained myself berated.
Longing for an easy answer
Thoughts and deeds themselves a cancer.
Drawn floorward in a darkened room,
Three small candles challenge the gloom.
To ward off tears and fear’s ascension
Firmly focus mind’s attention.
Noticing, not judging feelings;
Close down thought and slow the reelings.
Breathing deeply; face uncreases.
Insights come as muscle releases.
Feelings afloat a candle flame,
Amorphous now, without a name;
Starting strong, then weaker growing,
Stretching, shrinking, dancing, glowing.
Life is balanced in this moment:
Joy and sorrow; peace and torment.
Just as wine is grapes fermented,
Perhaps I too am reinvented.
Richer for the heat and pressure,
Move forth slowly, reap the pleasure.
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