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Resetting Rhythms

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(photo credit: cruisewithmike.wordpress.com)

They came
in two and threes
slowly arriving for a weekend
of relaxation and rejuvenation

The excuse was to play cards
learn more strategy
become better players
A tradition started long ago

Reality:
reset rhythms
escape the hustle and worry
of everyday life

Duty and guilt
always make their appearance
Pipe up with reasons
why this time away
is self indulgent
a decadent treat to self
family suffers while moms are away
chores are left undone
commitments are not met

true, true and true

BUT

Time has shown
laughter
good food
wine
talking to the wee hours of the morning
staying in pjs all day if you want to
along with playing cards
is good for the soul

Friendships are reconnected and strengthened
rhythms are reset
revitalized
a weekend of self indulgence
proves to be an endowment
for the future
a gift of a better self

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Helpless

I saw a photo of you today
and delighted in your smile
until I looked carefully

I recognized this pleasant appearance
was not endorsed by you entirely
there was a sadness in your eyes

The white flag of surrender
was being flown
under the pretext of a happy expression
By looking closely
one could see
the unmistakable masquerade
of your melancholy

What has driven authenticity away
what troubles lay on your path

I wish I could cross
the barrier of the image
to help ease your sorrow

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Ransom

Restless feeling
aims at my mind
demanding attention
Ransom
for negligence
and lack of care

Indistinct emotions
buzz and crackle
like static on a two way radio
Message lost
in a reverberation of charged particles
scattering in all directions

A fuzzy, vague disquiet
disturbs the peace
a robber stealing
ability to placate a
stealthy infiltrator

This meddler must be
arrested
before more damage
can be done

Regain Balance
Restore Equilibrium

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Sidewalk Hustle

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(picture credit: sitarsencat.com)

Alive street
brimming with people
Ants on anthill
Flurry of activity
sunshine and warm temperatures
lure people out of their homes

Half naked children
cavort in fountain
water arcs jumping hole to hole
slip effortlessly through grasping hands
to squeals of delight

Androgynous orator
long purple hair
tie dyed skirt
slender body
spews rapid fire rap verses
with deep male voice
crossed legged listeners
seated on soft green grass
rapt

Jugglers toss balls
dangle
dangerous looking knives
contortionists
squeeze
through string less tennis racquet
vie for attention of passersby
vie for opportunity to separate
observer and contents of their wallet

Festive atmosphere
brisk business
ice cream and gelato sales flourish
chocolate and vanilla stained faces of children
witness treats eaten

Above hustle and bustle
floats
ethereal sitar music
haunting melodies
images of orient
exotic far away regions

As the notes rise and fall
calmness is felt
in the heart
of the street side activity

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In a Funk

Today is a melancholy day
Last night ‘lack of confidence’ arrived
along with her companion ‘cynicism’
followed closely by ‘sadness’ and ‘depression’
It’s a crowd
my soul balks at their presence

Rose colored glasses were trampled in haste
as these visitors clambered to enter my day
before my eyes were fully awake

An opaque shroud of blurred vision
with a fearful tinge of imagined obstacles
was left behind
the ‘Bogey man’ under the bed
who rode in on the coattails of these intruders

Misty grey skies
echo my somber mood

I have invited rest
to keep me company
as I hope sleep will escort
these uninvited callers elsewhere
while my eyes are closed

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Raindrops

raindrops

Raindrops fall gently
nourishing thirsty earth
life giving water

Swollen rivers flow
swiftly through the neighborhood
alarming the people

This precious liquid,
necessary renewal,
no longer admired

Destruction disguised
a benign interloper
warily watched

Nature’s fury shows
humans cannot outwit drops
steadily falling

Life giving water
becomes the reapers hand
exacting its due

Circle of life come
full as we watch lustrous pearls
of rain gently fall

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Napkin Writer

Words gush to the surface
like bubbles in a poured glass of Prosecco
rapidly fill a glass
then settle, continuing to gurgle, roil and fizz
These words are unsettled
want to be expressed
need to be released
before disappearing into oblivion
unable to be recalled
simply gone

Like pop rocks on the tongue
producing an explosion of flavours and sound
that quickly disappear
these words are a flash
of concepts and impressions
in danger of dispersing
without being understood

Furtively I look for a vessel
for these tumbling thoughts
no paper to be found
a large white dinner napkin
becomes the carafe

This unlikely flagon
now absorbs and holds the ink of a pen
breathes words unspoken
Meant to be crumpled and disposed
for a moment this simple means
designed to wipe away excess or spillage
becomes a keeper of words
thoughts made conscious
Alive on soft white cotton