Sunday afternoon nap
wake up but not really
thinking how much time
has passed since
you were younger
so young at one point
you didn’t refer to yourself
in the second person
how can it be twenty
years or more you were
twenty years old or
younger than yesterday
to taste what is gone
all you have to do is dream
and it’s there for real
wake up a little so you see
I’m dreaming my life away
Category: Poems
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AugPoWriMo 22
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AugPoWriMo 21
Trees sinking
into the ground
not because
of all the rain
they’re just tired
and broken inside
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AugPoWriMo 20
In retrospect
it was naive to think
we could get through this
unscathed
when at the start
we were teaching
some of our neighbors
how to wash their hands
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AugPoWriMo 19
Songs from summers past
rise suddenly to the surface
though the days
bear no resemblance
except in the feeling
of everything ending
and nothing else yet
starting to begin
if clocks still worked
they would keep time
with this in between season
since its resonance lasts
long beyond remembrance
a minor key deliverance
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AugPoWriMo 18
No idea where we are
I turn toward the window
there a bank of cloud
tells me we are returning
the landscape below
insignificant unseen
bathed in daylight
filtered through us
diving beneath we see
little illumination
squares of green brown
roads lead to houses
some trees stretch boundaries
others must be torn down
for this desolate arcadia
to be within reach
all distinguishing features
the same eliminated
monotonous mountains
leveled by creatures in air
diving again as always to earth
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AugPoWriMo 17
Forlorn at the gate
flight delayed connection lost
no choice but new plan
in meantime sunset, ice cream
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AugPoWriMo 16
Mistakes were made
thinking the last twenty years
could be anything but wasted
the bodies will never not fall
from a burning building
from an airplane
the parallels do not stop there
refugees always arriving
only welcome when it suits us
the political climate
anathema to anything but
the misread sound bite
the misinformation campaign
the mission accomplished flag
still standing although
tattered and torn unquestioned
the answers unanswerable and
blowin’ in the wind
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AugPoWriMo 15
The definition
of history is
repeating the same
mistakes that brought us
so many outcomes
we could not foresee
only by looking
one way and backwards
missing what is there
lost in front of us
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AugPoWriMo 14
Water comes down
bonfire alight
embers arise
mission we share
see how a fire
reflects water
see faces aglow
part of the stream
Joshua Keiter 