A Couple of Notions

Journaling

Sometimes, actually often, there are thoughts that seem to occupy more than their share of my mind. So, I write them down. Let them loose. That’s how poetry comes to be. It’s the bridge between here and that other place we can’t aptly name.

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Blue-ish

I didn’t know anything about the blues. I just liked the way they made me feel. They were inclusive when nothing else was. They could wrap themselves around you and lift you, maybe a little closer to God? Kinda like a prayer. Makes one wonder is God sad. Maybe so. There’s a lot of hurt in creation. This thing eating that thing. All sorts of unpleasantries. Was that truly intentional or just the way it had to be to fit everything in.

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Lay me down

In dreams there is no age. No time forced upon us. Years pass in seconds, and seconds stay still, forever. Seems as we age, we move closer to that dream world, as if, it’s all tangled up with destiny and ever after. All the things we can’t really sort out when we’re awake. Besides, where else could/should heaven be, but in a dream.

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Blue Moon Blue

The moon thinned like paper with the coming of the morning. Light overtaking light. A beacon slowly erased. A Blue Moon fading into the blue of a new day.

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