A street shines just outside my window. The quiet of this suburb, both home and alien.
Tag: postaday
Reality and Possibility
Where is the boundary
Between reality
And possibility?
In Motion
Dreams of motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>Cars and vans, across deserts
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p style=”font-family:"”>Sunlight’s glaring strength
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p style=”font-family:"”>The forces of life drive hard
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p style=”font-family:"”>Each day waking
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p style=”font-family:"”>I’m the same bed
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p style=”font-family:"”>With different views
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p style=”font-family:"”>Outside this glass
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p style=”font-family:"”>Wheels sparkle in the day
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p style=”font-family:"”>Transitions happen
My body wants to sleep, but not my mind
Now the night moves in
My body wanting to sleep
My mind resisting
Flowers: sharing a poem from O at the edges
A Monday fear
Nervousness wakes me
A meeting with high pressure
I’m lacking self-trust
A #midnight #haiku
In this deep darkness
As this day transformed to new
This eerie silence?
Resisting the night
Darkness holds its own
Rest is deceptively hard
The street-light’s ally
I Chose To Care
Though many don’t care
And they pride themselves on that
I shall choose caring
I don’t mind the nerdly/Pollyanna label: I care. And I have no intention to change that.
Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke
Early morning light
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p style=”font-family:"”>Filtered by smoke
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p style=”font-family:"”>Rising from California
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p style=”font-family:"”>Demanding access
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p style=”font-family:"”>To my lungs
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p style=”font-family:"”>Though I resist
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p style=”font-family:"”>My coughing
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p style=”font-family:"”>And sneezing
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p style=”font-family:"”>State clearly
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p style=”font-family:"”>I have lost