Possibilities ever out of reach
All the leaves wither singing each to each
What’s past is past not even the future
Could improve the artifice of nature
We all age at least one day at a time
Some moments last and leave us all behind
What traces left are destined to outlive
The rest of us take all we have to give
Another season ends as one begins
No one knows how to tell what day it is
We are ingredients that do not blend
Before our starting points will meet their end
Why we are born in the middle of things
Yet in our ends still is our beginnings
Tag: Sonnet
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AugPoWriMo 21
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AugPoWriMo 20
There is a light that shines in the darkness
And the darkness has not overcome it
Even though looking into the night sky
The ground lights have tended to obscure it
The stars have so lost their luminescence
From our perspective the immensity
Of our insignificance compounded
By our solitary close-mindedness
Once in sickness I thought the stars above
Were loved ones peeking through eternity
To say that distance is unseen by sight
Nothing can separate us from silence
Knowing we are so deeply truly loved
The darkness surpassed by light from above
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AugPoWriMo 19
The world breaks everyone and afterward
You are stronger in the broken places
It is not only where the light gets in
But how darkness out of embarrassment
Runs from a burning building screaming fire
The healing itself is a sleeping scar
Pressing snooze as it slouches back to bed
Knowing the unconscious has a language
Untranslated as the nightmares dream on
Through the acceptance of being awake
As the world embraces the breaking sounds
Surrendering the emptiness to be found
The loss becomes another part of you
Not only how to feel but what to do
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AugPoWriMo 18
How do you make a broken family
Whole? The same way you make a person whole.
A community is not precisely
Composed of individuals working
At cross purposes to not get things done
In empty rooms where no one dares to tread
For fear of one day waking with the dead
Family begins when you reach the point
Of finding these eyes before you as home
Of hearing a voice as your own heartbeat
And knowing you cannot make it alone
Though the universe forces you each day
Through rooms that may unmask your unmaking
A heart made whole even as it’s breaking
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AugPoWriMo 17
It is what it is for what it is worth
Going high is the only thing that works
We have spent the summer talking at screens
With so much at stake tearing at the seams
Some of us know the story we must tell
To bring us all back from the brink of hell
These voices should stir us all to action
Not sit and wait for some other faction
If you’re still on the fence which side you’re on
I greet your indifference with a yawn
Wake up! History has its eyes on you
Even if it can’t tolerate the view
There’s only one shot at course correction
You damn well better vote this election
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AugPoWriMo 16
Opened windows for the first time since May
The outside has gotten lost in a way
The sun burns too bright the insects too loud
What was it like being stuck in a crowd
The car is no good as means for release
People still don’t know how to drive at least
Used to be able to blame the weather
Or know when we would receive a letter
Turns out the climate just migrates inside
Your cells don’t even have a place to hide
We’re projecting light onto tiny screens
Our synapses trapped in the in-betweens
Might leave the windows open for a spell
If the heat turns up we must be in hell
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AugPoWriMo 15
In my life I never thought I would see
Such desperation in my own country
Mail piling up undeliverable
As if we can’t tell the bear from the bull
Each front page offers a new distraction
Burying the new lead of fascism
Like democracy was some sort of joke
To those who take pride in not being woke
Obsoleting all the machines we need
To select sort sift sign harvest or weed
They say a rising tide lifts all the boats
That crash into shore not counting our votes
What remedy will help us to bash this
Simple enough: this machine kills fascists
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AugPoWriMo 14
To have spent so long in this quarantine
That it seems normal you know what I mean
When ordinary summer things occur
You forget how much of life is a blur
It makes the ice cream taste even more sweet
In a childhood home on a childhood street
And all the parks with kids dangling on swings
Filled with promise of what tomorrow brings
It seems odd to feel quite this elated
When so much of the world is frustrated
Be in the world but don’t make it your home
Your spirit in body is free to roam
Past circumstance toward liberation
Feelings preceding imagination
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AugPoWriMo 13
Went three days without a cat on my lap
How easy it is for them to distract
Put your finger in my eyeball now please
Says the fluff sitting just above my knees
They purr on the bed they purr on my leg
The last thing they’ll do is borrow or beg
Demanding some treats demanding some nip
Haven’t had them since you went on your trip
Now they’re so happy but playing it cool
They’re not like those dogs that sometimes will drool
It’s bath time now see how they lick their paws
They’ll show that cardboard who’s got all the claws
These cats are everything you want to be
Sometimes they even watch birds on TV
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AugPoWriMo 12
Quiet hours begin when bugs are loud
There’s no quiet even when it is found
Just a sense of dread that things aren’t so good
As they were when they were misunderstood
I’m talking in my sleep dreams are so real
They feel what anybody wants to feel
Euphoric excited or even numb
Things that are gone haven’t even begun
One hundred fifty days in quarantine
Don’t even know what any of it means
I’m hiding my face I’m wearing my mask
The last shall be first the first shall be last
We climbed the mountain we’re on the way down
It’s quiet hours now there’s no one around
Joshua Keiter 