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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

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The Change In The Change(s)



I wonder about the weather
not the social climate
that can be a big enough worry

the changes
of the seasons
how they used to be predictable
and how that
was in itself
comforting

in the Midwest
there were the four seasons
one would follow the other
and each had their place

things to look forward to
and know they would be there in each season
just like comfortable friends
and reasonable expectations

winter could be long
but there would be snow globe snow falls
and blizzards that howled
but were comforting and also mysterious
reliable boots and a good warm coat were a fact of life
as well as dreaded black ice
I fed the birds and squirrels in the park
and made tracks there like was a snowshoe hare

spring was exceptional
an eruption of joy in people
who frequently wore shorts and sandals
as soon as the weather turned 60
the profusion of life and activity
the cheerfulness in the song of the first robin
crocuses and daffodils dancing in zephyr-like breezes
and a gentleness to the air
and in people's faces
ah...warmth is coming, at last...

summer meant the baring of skin
the making of vows for some
the promise of reunions and picnics
and unending blue skies
and the laze of long days and the heights
that grass and weeds and corn could grow
especially by July
the time seemed to creep
but by August it seemed to fly
September seemed a poor joke
sitting at my desk and sweltering
when I would be much happier outside

and fall
harvesting the garden
canning the last of the tomatoes
and making jam and jelly and cracking into
the first summer jar of dill or bread and butter pickles
the honking of south bound Canadian geese in lengthening nights
and how trains sounded further and further away
as their horns echoed through the crisping air
the deliberating trudging through piles of damp leaves
carving pumpkins and baking their seeds
being the character or the person you
always wanted to be
no one know who you were underneath
the makeup, the mask, the sheet

the quartet of seasons
predictable
the annual cycle completed
to be over and over
repeated

not anymore
the rising temperatures
the seven billion people
the extinction of species
the calving of ice bergs
the islands of plastic
the numbers of cellphones
the fewer the conversations in real time
the technology outstripping human grip on humanity
and light speed at which
is nearly profanity

unpredictable
now like the weather
look at our current calamity
separated from one another

maybe
just maybe
we might crave the simple life
once again.

this is more or less a rant and not a poem
read it or don't read it....if you choose to read
my stuff you have well over 800 choices.

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