Musing towards meaning

A writer writes.

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Break down walls. Respect your boundaries. What is needed is never popular at first. #creativefreedom #writersofinstagram #growthisnevereasybutitsnecessary

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It's Poetry Week in YEG! Get in on it. Say what you need to say #foundwords #thedeconstructedvue #patchworkpoetry #poetry #poem

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It is written #poem #poetry #bodyart #temporarytattoo #skyntax #wordplay #selfexpression #aboutface

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Experimenting with mandala. A different kind of meditation. A different kind of free verse.

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Pore strip

Every bump and curve reveal boreal forest, grotesque revenance

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good riddance

Snivelling quips and a pocketful of woes, And she shall have drama wherever she goes!

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Rabid conquerors veiled in thin vehemence, stomp out all magic

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Change

We evolve at different rates, different speeds, Some things the eye cannot perceive, Like how you touched my muted heart And brought colours back to me.

Strange how the things we fear the most Are sometimes the things we need, And just because we look full grown Does not mean that we can see.

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Blinders

I have worn these blinders for so very long, Ignoring everything around me, there but gone. But one day I removed them, For a split second it seemed, And there you were, As if from a dream.

Just a moment, is all it took, Lost in a smile, Lost in a look. But then I got spooked and ran away, Back went my blinders, without delay.

But one thing I’ve noticed that blinders can’t hide, Are the memories that linger on the inside, A fight between truth, love and serenity And the fear of hurt, loneliness and honesty.

-written in 2002

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Whether with or without

Whether with or without, I need to thrive Feel the tug of inspiration And follow the crumbs of creativity I can’t be tethered. I’ll take the love and encouragement But I need belief I need trust If this is going to work

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The waning moon

A fingernail rips  through the black silk of the night, Abrading soft cheeks

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Siren song

She lay in bed like a net, Waiting for the dreams and ideas caught in currents to smack against her little boat

With no sense of time or deadline, Just the sun and the moon And a gentle patience

She sings in the quiet, A siren song, Not as bait, but to keep her channels clear

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She clobbered his kindness with indifference, He might have been the sweetest soul on the planet! But it did not matter. She lacked the patience & discipline to endure his doe-eyed gaze  And the way he would linger on what to say next.

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we will climb this mountain one step at a time each one a little farther and a little closer no one needs to know how or why or when we’ve got a summit on the mind and after that other summits to find

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When they asked what happened

You know that milk in the fridge that you think is fine, until you pour it out  And all that remains are putrid chunks? That.

You are welcome to help yourself, I think it’s still in the trash where I left it. However, you are also welcome to join me on a walk to the corner store. It’s a lovely day!

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Noise & Feeling

Noise & Feeling Unlike the tales told before Waiting in the heat Overtaken by the sound In the middle of the fray Where no one knows your name