learning the lyrics

The night was young
I was getting better at the steps
found my rhythm
moving with the tune.

A guy in a tuxedo
looking all officious
inched toward me, whispered
get ready for a new song.

I excused myself
to get some fresh air—
the truth was I was talking
to the moon.

She told me things
would be different at dawn
reminded me it was always
how it worked.
But for now, she said,
get back in there
keep on dancing
and learn to know the lyrics
by heart.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
― Alan W. Watts


For #OctPoWriMo Day 21, ‘nothing remains the same’.

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optical deception

Does the wind ever look back on the forest
and regret wanting to kiss all the leaves
waving at the sky?

Do the ripples want to go back upstream, to the spring,
where the long journey starts
and promises many things?

At twilight, the light seems to cast different shadows,
showing what they are really made of.

When dawn breaks, our scars will be a reminder
that the seemingly beautiful path almost killed us.


For #OctPoWriMo Day 20, “desires and remembering”.

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I was here

Be a fox or be foxy,
or so they told me.
I am neither, though I think
my mind is sexy–
and my conviction takes me
further than my feet ever could.

I am far from playful
too serious, some say.
I won’t learn to be cunning–
where I grew up
that was not the way.

So I packed my bag:
at least I know where
not to be–
I shall find a place
where a mask or a cloak
is unnecessary.


For #OctPoWriMo Day 19, ‘fox or foxy’.

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full circle

Meadows melting
into rippling moments with ripped thoughts
unabashedly, seconds awaiting
dreams wanting surrender.
Wind whispered against breaths held
as sunset became sunrise.
Distance lengthened, one became many,
rushed feelings
Feelings rushed,
many became one, lengthened distance.
Sunrise became sunset as
held breaths against whispered wind:
surrender. Wanting dreams
awaiting seconds unabashedly
thoughts ripped with moments rippling into
melting meadows.


A palindrome poem for #OctPoWriMo Day 18.

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this way, that way

confined in boxes
defined in brackets
today a synonym, tomorrow
a juxtaposition
today a right, tomorrow
a disaster

the mountain, unmoved,
seems to have grown taller
and mightier
by the day

us, creatures of comfort
forced to make a choice–

or fleeing:
which one will keep us alive?


For #OctPoWriMo Day 17, ‘and the dragon chose…’

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a step closer to being whole

Today I bumped into something
that looked like a heart I used to know
when it was whole.

Do you remember why, it asked,
we took shelter in the darkness?
It was not for the comfort of cold corners;
more so the safety that came
with not being known, not being seen.

Do you remember why we wanted
to bathe in the spotlight?
Glitter, confetti— they all looked good
being reflected off someone else’s eyes.

Then we lost ourselves, and we wondered
if it was worth drowning in blood and sweat and tears
when you knew you would no longer
have control of your soul.

The road is long— and we’ve only just begun
to correct our course.
May the thunderstorms make us stronger
and may each timid step
bring courage.


For #OctPoWriMo Day 16, ‘losing your fears and tears’.

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rushing ripple

the leaves told the wildflowers a story
about a ripple from the hills
springing from autumn’s core
drawn to the sea

the wind’s whispers in its wake
as the ripple danced in the creek
twirling before the stones
crashing, tumbling, twisting
around dying logs drowning
running, dancing, rushing as it
got closer to the estuary
where the ocean’s open arms
awaited with an embrace


For #WhisperingNeds 106, ‘estuary’.

Listen here.

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enough with the lecture

It was not the words
that got my stomach turning. Or
maybe it was. Maybe it was
the way you said them. You said them
like I’d have to shed my skin
and grow a new soul, a new heart,
a new way to draw the picture I see in my mind.

So what if I don’t have
the same dream. The same want
to travel the same road.
(As you.)
Maybe I’ve changed, maybe
now I want to get off this highway,
to a small path leading into the forest.

And no, don’t tell me I’m
going off course. Yours is yours
and mine is not yours.

Even the moon
knows not my new direction:
A privilege extended only
to my dream and me.


For #OctPoWriMo Day 15, ‘fighting the urge to vomit’.

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