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  • AprilPoWriMo 19

    Reading about the renewed earth that will 
    be our home after a temporary
    soul sleep in heaven which might be nothing
    I remember experiencing void
    a symptom of mind in the wilderness
    as well as jubilee parade we join
    when the earth goes spinning into the sun
    some say it’s irresponsible to bring
    further broken beings into the world
    such as it is which must surely be doomed
    but if eternity is all the time
    what better way to show a sign of love
    but child eyes blinking awake to faces
    lonely homes are only lacking places
    April 19, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • AprilPoWriMo 18

    How to arrange these shelves with what will be
    phases of what will be the distant past
    books I have not got around to will not
    get around to reading until forgot
    a receipt in the front leaf was acquired
    recently only twenty years ago
    pages still unread pages not yet read
    spines stacked together side by side alone
    alphabetized by habit of habit
    also known as lexicographical
    lethargy the entropy of reading
    between the years that I believe exist
    and have existed at least from the start
    words spoke out of nothing not kept apart
    April 18, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • AprilPoWriMo 17

    Why do you look for 
    the living among the dead?
    He is not here but

    with the dead has been
    now love is come again like
    wheat that springeth green
    April 17, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 16

    What else to do
    while waiting
    but cut the grass
    and hope the creatures
    who were underground
    greet the new sun
    before finding
    another home
    April 16, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 15

    Sun bright as the moon
    darkness at the break of soon

    trees flip their fingers to say
    don’t use us this way
    April 15, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 14

    Playing the time game
    eventually

    becomes more predictable
    the more time passes

    we are as many years from
    this as that

    if we lived then we
    would be

    these people events feel like
    different eras

    in fact they happened
    the same day

    although if you try
    carefully enough

    you may notice
    all of it

    happens
    at once
    April 14, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 13

    What kind of sleep
    must I have had
    to spend the day
    being reminded
    of half dreams from
    the night before
    in need of forty
    winks or more
    to complete the cycle
    perhaps I’ll recall
    in another life
    the days I spent
    blinking half awake
    from start to finish
    surely I’ve written
    about this before but
    it takes too much effort
    to look up those words
    when I don’t know what
    I am looking for
    April 13, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 12

    On top of everything 
    they’re back
    the buds on the trees

    as if overnight
    were enough time
    for a rebirth

    such cyclical efficiency
    like clockwork
    even amid inflation!

    do they think
    we might not notice
    looking down at our phones

    well I noticed!
    now it’s already too warm
    and with the pollen

    I fell asleep watching tv
    April 12, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 11

    If the mind is anything
    it is a time machine

    living in forward motion
    wondering how what

    it knew in the past
    will look like in a little

    while and sometime
    later after that when

    for all it knows occurred
    jumping front to back
    April 11, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 10

    It might be appropriate 
    to label the day’s proceedings
    with the proverbial spoiler alert

    as if the game had not already
    been given away in a thousand
    or so repeated tellings times two

    to go from triumph to triumph
    without the dark gash in between
    might be too much to bear

    better to exit in silence exultant
    knowing the already is not yet
    some leaves of the story left

    languished on the ground
    prepared to be turned to ash again
    April 10, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

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