Checking up on what’s going on via my Reader, I see I missed yet another Numbers Game opportunity. I hope it isn’t too late to play this week! Here are a few photos from my Archives with the number 754 in their IDs. Happy Friday, everyone!!
sought but seldom bidden
poetry not quite yet
actualized nor acquired
like lightning, harsh words fly out of your mouth
uncomprehending, I find myself in a dark tunnel,
a vacuum, utterly unclear as to what has just transpired
more than I’d ever understood before,
self-respect comes before anything else
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it simply has to
wet September,
grasses and trees adore you
I did as well — at first
now, I keenly await
the cool crisp of autumn,
winter’s hungry maw,
a grateful distant spring
what color do I paint the rain
as it slides down a pane of glass?
how do I corral the wind
as it nestles in the boughs of a sycamore?
where do I unload the burdens
never asked or paid for?
why does the dark-eyed junco,
pecking scattered seeds on the ground,
forever make me smile?
I’m befuddled by others’ conduct
what odd & disrespectful behaviors
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on display — rudeness, arrogance,
incivility, boorish disregard, self-
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centeredness, envy, greed & contempt
what a withering indictment
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sobering, sad, & disconcerting
this country, this humanity of ours
August’s summer temper(ature) tantrum
bleeds into September’s autumnal promise
patience and good humor will prevail
should we fail to wilt before cool air arrives
triangles, spheres, circles and squares
the shapes of our world
off-ramps to the expression & articulation
of every inner child’s untapped imagination
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