Lingering Thoughts

Lingering Thoughts

 

The greatest oasis …

Walden Pond of the mind

Where lives unencumbered

the best we will find

 

Nothing so remote

as those lingering thoughts

That live in the wilderness

— of memory uncaught

 

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Copper Wire

 

Trying to break our connection …

connects us the more

And brings into focus

what’s shared but unsure

 

The closest we come

to ever fading away

Is when we stop trying

— to live every day

 

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The Tub Indisposed

 

The dirty laundry of America

hangs on the line

Unclean in its fester

and soiled defines …

 

A washing awaits

whose tub indisposed

And leaking excuses

the stains — ill exposed

 

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Clearing The Way

 

Practicing nothing

Thoreau comes to mind

Instilling the hours

with gold never mined

 

What rushes upon me

once clearing the way

Denied to most others

— who labor unstayed

 

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From The Canyon

 

Entertaining an echo …

a welcoming voice

That comes from the canyon

where depth is a choice

 

A house guest inherent

who lingers and stays

Remarking my journey

— with each passing day

 

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Unsullied Shores

 

Gauguin among poets

the jungle reclaims

Remote in his anger

the wilderness flames

 

A beauty transcendent

on unsullied shores

His words to live native

— and wild du jour

 

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Crossing Over

 

Time familiar

while reason lasts

That final moment

before breaking away

 

Into the ether

of light’s tomorrow

Once crossing over

— my soul relayed

 

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Each Tick A Warning

 

Time’s weapon is age …

the years to sharpen

The days into hours

then minutes defrayed

 

The minutes to seconds

each tick a new warning

The seconds to moments

— where time will betray

 

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Yesterday’s Droppings

 

Incendiary forces

rekindle your memory

Sparking each impulse

lighting the fuse

 

To burn through the fodder
of yesterday’s droppings

Turned into ashes

— freeing the Muse

 

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Giving Life

 

“Words matter …”

sayeth Thoreau

Giving life

to the speaker

And hearer

— anew

 

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A Robin’s Song

 

It sounds so right

 it almost feels wrong

The days rebirthed

and captured in song

 

No tears of sadness

unspoken joy

A robin singing

— my soul its toy

 

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Fully Committed

 

Jumping into the pit

to fight the snake

Fully committed

to live or to die

 

Leaving the comfort

of safety’s restriction

Grabbing its tail

 — my fear to defy

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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