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Beginning and End
Reboot Restart Find the end Pull it apart A piece of thread Yarn unravel Worn away By years of travel Beginning and end The middles can’t meet Truth in the journey bittersweet Winter comes Summer goes Rain will fall, Cold wind blows The inevitable passes Days go by Thoughts run rampant Even life will die
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A February Winter’s Eve
Today is the last day of February. A short month with a lot of viruses infecting our house. I’m tired of winter, tired of coughing, tired of feeling old and deaf, tired of watching the sun get dim so early in the evening. But tonight, as I watched my family picked places on the couch…
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Premonition
Have you ever had a premonition? A feeling so powerful that you just knew If you turned the corner, opened your eyes standing there would be something you’d already seen, experienced, lived? Is it the dream that wakes the dreamer? Or a reality already lived? Does the soul remember everything it’s never seen Or forget…
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Dreams
Some days my imagination runs away with me. To places beyond the horizon, with skies of magenta and rose. The valley is deep with sweet bushes and fruit on every one, a vibrant basket of delight. The animals are wild, But approach at the sound my voice A warm blanket of feathers and fur The…
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Rhinovirus
They come together On a whisper of air Bourne on a breeze, At first, just a pair Together they seek For life and prosperity Ever looking to add Life to their cellulairity A virus knows but one thing And that thing is to be To spread and invade From sea to shining sea They will…
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A painful reminder
So I’ve become conversant with what an ear infection feels like, again. I mean, I was pretty sure I remembered it hurting a lot, but I was good without repeating the memory of bones breaking in my head. Looking back, it’s been almost 25 years since the last time my ear drum ruptured. I was…
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Simple life
Another day In another town Simple life Can’t get him down He walks around Assays the land Does his work With his own hand Smiles at the sun Across the field Waiting for The summer’s yeild A simple time And simple place Pride in a day’s work You can’t replace I look at my day…
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Perspective
Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…
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Perpetual motion machine
Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…
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Everyday valour
Walking into a place you’ve never been Being the only one in the group to say no Knowing when to say yes Knowing when to let go Standing up when you see something that’s wrong or unkind Leveling the playing field so that everyone had a chance to play The courage in every day choices…