Contradiction of Form

Living wild freedom
Only present within art
Forced to entertain
By a notion, most unknown,
But making poetics home.
Aware it will end,
Probably outside wishes
Still chasing each word
Developing all meanings
Creating because one must.
Lingering between
The infinite and finite
Exploring remains,
Tying up loose ends, setting
Them on wayward paths again.
Words, images, thoughts
Straying off to abandon
The poem, mystery.

The Rescue

Feeling lost, needing,
Someone to reframe the days;
An arresting face
On a screen held hopeful page,
Manic trip, hastily made.
The signs of danger
All presented open there
But the final op,
It had to come to a stop,
The power of choosing one.
Every day became
An infirmary visit;
Bandages, creams, ice,
The spirit willing, flesh weak,
Survival, frightful gamble.
Time has its slow ways
Gradually over days
Many and often
Passing the beast began to
Behave, cleave, love, mellow, trust.
Some moments life is
A cruel play on body, mind,
Sweet cuddle closeness
Can mitigate darting pain
Rescuing a mortal need.
Seasons run swiftly
But joy can lift magically,
Rescue beings freed.

The Wookie and I still have our moments, but we love.

Fragments of Mind

I was up early and these doodles came out my noodle.

Morning comes chirping
Alive, rousing the senses,
Brightening the mind.

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Who we are is not
In question, when solving for
X one assumes Y.

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When given blessings

Beyond imagination,

God is no concept

His agency becomes real

As every footstep’s echo.

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You do not know,
I cannot tell you, but
The change is miraculous.

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Bad when you write in
Poetic lines without thought,
Lyric entrances.

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In case no one told
You lately, you are treasured,
A unique blessing.

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That fire you doused with
Gallons, the embers remained,
Caught and blazed again.

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I need you like waves
Need the shore to remind them
Here go, but no more.

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Sometimes people fail

To realize love has its

Own devices, it

Cannot be metered or

Taken out of its choice lines.

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What a miracle
Is a child who comes needing
You, but saves your life.

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Redemption is not
A one time process, daily
It becomes again.

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Doodling in words
Just finding this and that
In the attic blest.

Serenity

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Sound Enthused

Music is a straight-up
Drug with intoxicating
Emotional reach
Highly motivational
Potentially erotic.
The magic extends
Upon the open airwaves
Convincing people
Belonging is a birthright
Which is forever present.
Love arrives in tones
Familiar as breathless sighs,
Ebon lashes of closed eyes,
Harmony convinces these
Are uncommon mystery.
Melody does not
Shout anyone’s name and still
Far-reaching it grabs
Hearts it touches all the same,
Captive but free, each remains.
All are apt contained
Within the magic wrought frame
Of clef, note, staff, word,
Carried farther than ever,
Lyrics often repeated.
Voices, instruments –
Delight, enhance, entrance while
None ever wanders
Long from transporting power
Of songs become legacy.

This picture was taken at the Georgia Aquarium. It is currently my desktop background.

If music became
A picture, truth it might find,
In nature, sublime.

Make your days count for something, or you may find you only wasted time.

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