change (or else)

gnaws at the bone

patience skinned
fresh layers
of raw redness revealed

soil sucked
of nutrients
surrounding roots

in dire state
is left
to do


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picking up speed

the sign says
you’ll be out of runway
take off now or
be forever grounded

I shift into
high gear
tell the sky
to get ready

here I come


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we’re not meant to stand still

do you know how long we’ve been here?
our souls are covered with dust
hearts unable to see rust
all over bones

if not for dawn taking turns with dusk
for earth traipsing around sun
we’d be stuck in the past

comfort attached to being unchanged
useless currency
you can’t even purchase memories
with same old promises

I emptied my backpack
making room for new pebbles
I’ll pick up along the way

may we soon overgrow this stagnant state
rendering us safe
but more deadened
by the day


Listen here.

For #WhisperingNeds 141, ‘stasis/aspic/amber/pickles/preserve/sameness’.

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older by the day

just enough to admit
sins taste delicious
and mistakes are a way of saying
I’ve done it before


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alternative solution

after failed attempts
to address symptoms

I’ve concluded that
the root cause of
this gnawing pain

is the entire

it’s not feasible
to change the garden

so I will move
the wilting flower


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house for sale

fresh coat of paint
furniture re-arranged
flowers on corner tables

tapestry taken down
no one wants to see the past
hung on the wall

chest of drawers
is in the dumpster—
still full of why’s and should’ve’s
I no longer need

if you can’t bring sunshine
on day of open house

then you should leave


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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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constantly changing

The only thing constant is change, they say, and so they keep changing and evolving and transforming into something different.

Until one day, when they look at themselves in the mirror, unable to recognize the faces staring back at them.

That’s when they realize that they forgot to keep their soul – for they’d sold it to the highest bidder.


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