From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Time for Reflection by Paul Ritchie
Sometimes it seems I don’t know much;
But the sagging of my thoughts can’t soften
The emerald awareness of how often,
From nowhere, I feel your touch.
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I feel your touch
from nowhere
how often
the emerald awareness of
my thoughts can’t soften
the sagging of much
I don’t know
but sometimes it seems
I feel your touch
from nowhere
the way everything fits by mindgallery
Unstructured and spontaneous
this flickering
glow
still aching to know the
right questions
to ask
like a tumbling log
immersed in the
stream
and covered in
a timeless
dream
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ask
this log
right and still
to glow like a
timeless
dream
immersed in the unstructured
flickering to
know the aching questions
covered in
a tumbling
and spontaneous
stream
Bare Soil in a Snowy Field 2 by Jereme Rauckman
It doesn’t matter how long
the journey takes or how many
times you have to change course
because you are lost and can’t
find the words to retrace your steps.
Even on the days when you struggle
to breathe because every metaphor
is closing in, or those nights spent
drowning in the darkness of lost
smiles and similes, dig deep, leave
no stone unturned, gather what
you need, for a poem will only
reveal itself when you have
nothing left to give.
-Bison Jack
It doesn’t matter how long
the journey takes or how many
times you have to change course
because you are lost and can’t
find the words to retrace your steps.
Even on the days when you struggle
to breathe because every metaphor
is closing in, or those nights spent
drowning in the darkness of lost
smiles and similes, dig deep, leave
no stone unturned, gather what
you need, for a poem will only
reveal itself when you have
nothing left to give.
Creativity by unknown
Creativity is in more than just what we write.
It’s in our drawings and actions.
You know of me; I’m as tangled as the trees.
You write of our tangled actions
it’s as we know
and what creativity is in trees
I’m in the drawings as more than just me
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So I will ask the question without a response,
“Where does it all begin, again?”
I wait.
Watching a boat that is eternally sailing nowhere.
I never read between the lines so many times before now…
Just countless seconds,
Ticking away without my permission,
With no chance of “opting out” just forced survival.
Hope is drowned and revived countless times.
A sopping wet midnight hour
A drunken lullaby and too many miles,
A trail of fish with no followers…
Today may be just another
Tiny revolution
A minuscule victory that will never be recorded in history books
A thousand words
Shouted with no answer
Only the bitter …
“Stop thinking, start acting”
If only it was that easy
Or is it?
They told me Jesus
Cannot be Japanese
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they cannot be Jesus
or told it is me
was it that easy
start acting only if stop thinking
the only bitter answer
shouted with no words
a thousand history books
will never be recorded in a minuscule victory
that tiny revolution
may be just another
today
with no followers…
a trail of fish and too many miles
a midnight hour drunken lullaby
revived sopping wet countless times
a hope is drowned and
no chance of “opting out”
just forced survival with
without my permission
seconds ticking away
countless times before now
just between the lines
so many I never read
sailing nowhere
a boat that is eternally watching
I wait again
so, where does a response begin without the question
I will ask it all