Today and Before

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This is today. It has been beautiful. I drove on plowed city streets most of the day and there was a white shining cover everywhere.
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I did something interesting tonight. I looked back at my old posts, starting with 2008. I'm surprised, but it's time I looked back. History is a fair teacher.

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I came across two of my poems I had forgotten about. The first I introduced this way: When I was young, I would listen over and over to Roy Orbison's "Love Hurts" and cry every time. This poem is perhaps is my version of the same.

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Untitled

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Hope's buried

in a sound

absent space

gone underground.

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Wild wanton

reckless time
hanging laundry
on the line

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Dripping intentions
faulty signs
hurricane hearts

chiseled too fine
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Prayer and effort

held too tight

No harm done

not tonight

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No blame no wishes

no right or wrong

no shared secrets

no tagalong

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Love's too hard

Devotion's brief
turn a corner

then a leaf.

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Being Known

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I thought it was that chuckle when you lean back and laugh,

Your willingness to dare even when the forecast’s grim,

The details and years piling up until you are now your age,

And plans that don’t materialize but still sometimes thrill.

To my surprise it’s so much less.

It’s being known.

To lose that

Is reason

Enough

To try

Not

To.

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I love writing poetry. Words are my petals. I started my blog in February 2006. i am going to find and learn about myself, reading backyard like this, understanding how the then-future came to be, seeing in words who I was, who I am, who I've become

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I will be reading my old posts and most of the comments. Which reminds me. I don't say it enough: thank you for being here. Thank you for caring about my words.

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Love

kj