Awoke with a song,
Mary Tyler Moore’s theme.
Quirky, jaunty and cheerful,
With a tinge of sadness.
A bright point in my youth,
Faded into night.
Such is the way of things;
Joy blends with sorrow/
This complex dish,
Life.
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Walking past a smoker
So very easy to judge
Addiction’s impacts
Yet who am I
To critique anyone’s
Frailties?
Reading Langston Hughes
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p style=”font-family:’Helvetica Neue’, Arial, sans, sans-serif;”>I’m spending Black History Month exploring black ports and their great works. Langston Hughes came to mind first. I’m also thinking of Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison. Do you have ideas? I’d love to hear about up-and-coming poets.
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Awake before dawn
In winter that is normal
Dawn’s not soon enough