Let’s pause and shift gears
and maybe even park our
weary bones, enjoy the brake.
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Frenetic motion
drives us all too fast to see,
much less smell, any flowers
Let’s pause and shift gears
and maybe even park our
weary bones, enjoy the brake.
~
Frenetic motion
drives us all too fast to see,
much less smell, any flowers
Everybody needs
helping hands from time to time,
especially the helpers.
~
Sometimes it’s hard for
helpers to allow themselves
to shift and become the helped.
To know and be known
with acceptance and love – what
could improve on that?
~
Sometimes it’s better
to just do what needs doing
cloaked in anonymity.
Flashing open sign
in a locked and lightless store:
apparent allegory?
~
Sell the illusion
of openness. Maybe they
won’t notice what’s closed to them.
Smoke and counter-smoke
an eternal carnival
house of distortion mirrors.
~
If our leaders have
the integrity and will,
they’ll smoke out the truth.
Is that the song of
Spring we hear or is Winter
singing an encore?
~
The twitter of birds
argues for the “song of spring”.
Winter’s encore sounds harsher.
Spring is aptly named.
It springs back and forth between
winter and summer.
~
Focus on the sky.
Stormy clouds or sunny smirks
will presage coming weather.
The hole gets deeper,
the more frantically they dig.
Soon they’ll need ladders, not walls.
~
And all those who have
done this unholy digging ?
Buried beneath their own dirt.
What colors does Spring
call forth in you as Winter
slowly says goodbye?
~
My heart’s buoyed by
new blue wellsprings bubbling
‘neath this, long, rusty winter.
Stress, tension, and tics;
side-effects of this rat race,
unless we pause to create.
~
Relief comes when we
stop running races we can’t
win. Then the fun can begin.