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Darkness Light
Black White
Battle rages on
Fumble through day to day
Feeling like fate’s pawn
In Out
Quiet Shout
World out of control
Little white pill Glass of wine
Losing a piece of one’s soul
Today Tomorrow
Happiness Sorrow
Path fades away
Foliage dense Trees close in
Slip further from light of day
Authentic Act
Fiction Fact
Thoughts swirl through head
A text A Call A message sent
What is being said; What is being said…
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Family and friends encircle
bestow comfort, warmth
add protective layer of strength
My heart swells with gratitude
reservoir filling
to nourish and quench in times of need
times when heartache withers
times of miscommunication or drought of silence
Yesterday’s troubles remain
not willing to leave without a fight
but they cower
in the presence of hope
Mirror breaks inexplicably
invisible stone
hurled
by a petulant force
seeking attention
Shattered
Shards litter floor
prismatic glass mosaic
hundreds of pieces
return disjointed image
echo chaos
flash alarm
Art deco
Nouveau art
Art less
Strewn about
fragments catch light
direct variegated colors around room
or blind with angry
blast of sun’s rays
blink tears to protect eyes
Some bits are flipped
reflective side down
unable to face their new reality
Photo frame characters
watch from across room
frightened by crash
they seem to leap
to escape their restricted confinement
Clean up is like walking through a minefield
where great care must be taken
not to detonate
a slumbering weapon of destruction
Remnants of mirror
not forgotten mines
lay visible
but every now and then
unseen splinters
pierce and draw blood
an exacting toll
to assuage guilt
for breakage of
the valuable mirror
A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
roiling whirlpools
Thunder rumbles
ominous portent of danger
Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
battle ready
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes
Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war
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A mountain looms before me
I take a deep breath
exhale slowly
warily eyeing the climb
the challenge
the dare
To conquer
a gift of sweeping views
awaits
“Tell me what you know about running”
The query from another runner startles me
makes me laugh
“Put one foot in front of the other.
That’s all there is to it”
we chat
Arriving in the granite giant’s shadow
without a backward glance
my unexpected inquisitor
clearly an experienced runner
leaves me in his dust
As I embark on the imposing ascent
I contemplate my own
words of wisdom
Just keep putting
one foot in front of the other
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Time
Elusive
Slippery as an eel
Think you have it
then it’s gone
Time
Master illusionist
Hourglass Houdini
Fills day
with ideas, promises, activity, hope
Only to find
time you thought you had
is no longer there
A great escape artist
Vanishing
with the flick of texting thumbs
or click of computer fingers
Nothing is as it seems
Be wary of conjecture
Skeptical of magic
Question where time is going
Become master of your own reliability
deluding no one
including your self
Walls lean and tilt
neighbourhood gossips
moving closer to hear
conversations of passersby
footsteps
voices
many have been heard
Ancient building blocks
sentinels of the city
harbour untold stories
a voluminous library
compendiums full of personal narratives
about tourists and residents alike
Moon, stars, sun, rain
these hovering facades endure centuries
of eyes looking upon their eroding exteriors
some balancing precariously
some appearing to wink like a devious child
bursting to tell a secret
Patiently they take all in
fashions and styles vary
disseminated through a profusion of languages
people come and go
Walls remain
leaning tilting
moving in to hear
more of the conversations below
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Captivating spheres
iridescent rainbows
full of air
laughter
love
They bring happiness
smiles, joy
entertainment to those
chasing them
as they dance
on the wind
drift
haphazardly around
exploding with pleasure
at the slightest touch
spreading enchantment
in a splash
of giggles
Imagination
Eider quilt incubation
Sandman slumber trance
Sleepy eyes confused
Bewildered leap out of bed
Room too bright; slept in!
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promise of firework celebration
draws crowd hours in advance
like iron shavings to a magnet
seduction of even most staunch
early bedtime proponent
champagne cork “pop” and glint of color
turn all eyes to east
an organism unified by quest for entertainment
Snap Flash
Bang Fizzle
myriad colors light the sky
Bursts of Sparkle cascade outward
from cores of intensely concentrated energy
Rainbow sparks spray upward
gushing geysers
arcing ever higher
still glass skyscrapers
offer moments of gauzy reflection
Kaleidoscope colors
weave and wend across the night sky
starry paint by number
to satiate throng’s appetite
for glowing color spectacle
Applause, cheers echo
along hillside, rooftops, riverbanks
broad smiles of delight
fading into the night
like spent explosives
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