Category: humbleness
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The humbling of a Greek god
Some days, I feel good about my unruly COVID hair wind blown like the gods in paintings of Greek myths Then I do Facebook LIVE and my wife says I need to comb my hair and get it out of my face I stand in front of the bathroom mirror no bulging biceps, lats or…
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Ransom
thief in the night waited until dark to come. his shrill pen scratched a ransom note you cursed the dark when you awoke forgetful this is the revelation you prayed for 10-23-20
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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When it rains, it pours
To the smiling little girl with blonde pigtails all tied up in red ribbons, wearing a bright yellow dress, cute little white socks, patent-leather shoes to match her daddy’s big black umbrella and a container of salt under her arm – this morning, when skies broke open and poured on the roofs, in the yards…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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Alchemy of a Dream
Standing outside a large room waiting to be called When your name is called you step inside the whole room applauds Suddenly, you don’t want to be there because you know You know who is not there and they are more deserving of accolades You step outside sit on a bench and dream You wake…
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The Leaping Stone
It’s not winning you crave, but losing you fear It’s not the destination, but the journey A satiated stone cannot move on its own It must wait to be broken Gathered up in green and consumed To run forests, swim rivers or fly In the stochasticity of brokenness Resides your seeking soul Leap from your…
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11/12 untitled
Ponder the why of this language we were born into This amalgam cobbled together from words of our ancient conquered and conquering selves Of victims and robbers of raped and rapists of slain and slayers Ask yourself why English grammar demands we list ourselves last as in, my sisters, my brothers and I And yet…
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