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Wind at sunrise
turns pale patches
into Norman McLarens
on the wall beside
my writing table -
parallelograms
rectangles, and all
the geometries of light -
luxury even starving
artists can afford...
& I will have a perfect
egg for breakfast.
I am grateful that I am
alive & awake.
Seek purpose over happiness. You can fight for purpose, Even at the cost of your happiness. Can you fight for happiness?
Seek purpose over happiness.
You can fight for purpose,
Even at the cost of your happiness.
Can you fight for happiness?
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The old world was built on violence and denial. The new world is crying out for empathy and honesty. We are currently straddling both worlds. We feel the urge to be emotionally awake, but it’s hard to go against the steeple. To this I say, it’s much easier, once you find your people.
Old world. New world. 💚 #SolarPunk
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Clouds gathering
Darkening skies
But the silence
Of a breeze
Seeing the reports
On the telly
Angry seas
Fury above
Waiting, waiting
For the rain’s patter
The window’s rattle
In darkening skies
Passion within
Fury without
Waiting, waiting
For the storm
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A poem by Canadian-American poet Mark Strand titled, “Keeping things whole,” exploring reasons for moving through the physical world.
Thank You
The music started
Matching my own beating heart
Moved impulsively
With eyes closed dancing
The rug pulled from under me
Floored so very hard
In shock and startled
You there, encouraging me
I picked myself up
5-7-5
5-7-5
5-7-5
Haiku triptych
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Silence, by Frederico Garcia Lorca, translated by Cola Franzen from the Spanish. Listen, my child, to the silence. An undulating silence, a silence that turns valleys and echoes slippery, that bends foreheads toward the ground. In Spanish: El silencio Oye, hijo mío, el silencio. Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las frentes hacia el suelo. and, Audacity The walls, how they close in. The walls of a trash compactor on a forbidden starship. Giant, hungry critters slither beneath our feet. The walls, how they close in. The sky, how it weeps pouring. The sky cries as the fires continue to burn. Billowing steam and smoke upon winds crossing borders. The sky, how it weeps pouring. The heart, how it hopes endless. The heart of the child grows boundless. Time will try its best to break it back down into atoms. The heart, how it hopes endless. The walls, how they close in. The sky, how it weeps, pouring. The heart, how it hopes, endless.
For you and Frederico Garcia Lorca after reading his poem Silence.
The Audacity of Hope is screen-captured from my AO3 website,
Archive of Our Own.
(Link in my account profile)
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