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Expiry date
It always comes as a shock The rusting of the vessel expiration dates That come too soon Tides and seasons wait For no one Life a series of blinks, Too soon flying away Another breath catches, Releases, Fades into the dark night Alone at the end, The body crumples Then lies silent, Waiting for the…
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The big picture
Everything changes but stays exactly the same. A constant repetition of days, variations on a theme. I think of composers who brilliantly altered the tune just enough to make the ear confused, but soothe it at the moment of distress. Nothing is static, life changes eternally. A loop of circumstances, circle of events. Dirt isn’t…
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New Years intentions
It’s the second day of the year, and I already have serious reservations about the list of “intentions” I’ve come up with for 2018. So far, it looks like I need to find about six more hours per day to accomplish my list. With that extra time, I should be able to work a solid…
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Aftermath
December 26th. The day after the ribbons and bows have been swept away and the leftovers nearly stacked in containers in the fridge. Like any big event, the aftermath is sometimes uncomfortable. I have a proclivity for introspection, and find myself wondering why the feeling of a balloon bursting so often follows the build up…
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December 25th
I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…
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Journey Home
The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.
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Night on golden pond
Golden night falls, Silent on the mirrored glass Branches sway in the breeze Haunting sounds caught, And into the darkness pass
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The gifts we bring
Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…
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Choices
One way lies the steady, the tried and the true Each day lined up, you know what to do The other way there be monsters Potentially awaiting. Or could there be glory, forever unabating Which direction to go, the question remains Both could incur loss, as the other one reigns So listen to your heart…
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Monday morning dreaming
There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace. Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking…