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shed of anger hate and fear
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the flow
I dream of deconstructing beaver weirs
layered dams of branch and mud
fiendish things set up by stealth
to drown my woods
and work to draw up plans,
a personal peninsular campaign
fought in the boots of wellington
besetting toothy bonapartes,
guerilla skirmishes to win release
of chokepoint water pools
allowed to stream again towards
the pond beyond its sapling fringe
growing up we know some barriers too,
thrown up to block our childhood path
casual injected freeze,
anti action dollops of impatient noise
thoughtless shards from adult tongues
that carry all the power
of their world, and leave us
with no voice to tell them no
unconscious joy leaching from
young porous souls, replaced by dust
to render us no longer fully vested
in our birthright gifts
oh we will feel creative pull
and try to move toward its warmth
each with our signature routine
to step around the wall,
with time and luck that sidestep waltz
will lose appeal, prompting us
to search out understanding,
mighty antidote to doubt
and let it heal our hearts
armored with new energy and joy
thoughts free to wander where they will
we ride the flow
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there is a vast difference between thoughtful words to guide and tossed off criticism. as adults we often forget the power of what we say to a child.
How is it?
How is it
on the mountain, friend,
your spirit free
to roam the peaks
while others only visit,
awed by your home?
Can you see
the wonders that
your children are,
carrying you forward,
best parts mostly,
through life’s flow?
Do you know
I miss you still,
regrets dimmed,
a mind’s eye memory
of boundless energy,
on the night we met?
Is that you
beside me in the woods,
silent escort through
the marshes, dogs in hand,
then safely home,
here for the asking?
Yes
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For Mike, whose birthday was today. the photo is of Mount Lafayette, where his ashes rest.
one way aubade
daylight prompts a kiss,
waking up my foggy
heart and brain
to sunrise clarity of thought
and know an echo cannot
keep me, having heard
and felt full throated love
if only for a time
flypaper’s hold, that ersatz
grace, lacks true regard,
whereas the fearless know
that reins kept loose hold tight
now looking out toward the sun
and craving freedom’s light,
I wave and turn away from here,
whispering goodbye to night
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For day 6 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt being for an Aubade, or lovers’ morning farewell.