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Consider this — 2022.03.18

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What is greatness, but
A tree on earnest soil,
roots of reverence —
long limbs’ labors limitless,
largely spent honing its heart?

Looking to the sky . . .
yearning to find a way up
without letting go,
deeply desiring to dream
and to be dreamt of in art.

reach down through the earth . . .
never stopping, never cease!
Break the foundation,
probing paths for prospective
propagations to start.

Cultivate —

communicate —

Reflection.

Reverence.

Growth.

And here I am again, doing the hard work.

Of course, I never meant for this blog to hibernate, coming back to find so many lost to the donnybrooks of the past several years — the politics and pandemic, so many things that left a bad taste in my mouth and left my mind feeling infertile. I really wish people could just work together to make the world a better place for everyone. Looking back, I believe that in response to these growing situations I stopped trying. I stopped putting down my creative roots to take care of a growing rot in my life, and by the time I had it squared away I had forgotten that I had put my writing in the backseat, and it is so hard getting back to it.

I DESERVE TO BE GREAT.

That is my mantra, which a fellow blogger inspired me to formulate. I had almost forgotten: that is why I moved forward with my plan to change my life in the first place. Not that I feel so great all the time . . . rather, I feel more precarious than ever at times, and I hesitate to move on opportunities because I don’t want to lose out on what I already have, or because I find the process uncomfortable. But I deserve to be great, and I need to aspire to be great in the things I do for this world — locally, and globally. I need to stick my neck out in very real ways if I want to help.

So yes, I DESERVE TO BE GREAT. But “being great” doesn’t happen by itself. I have to make the choices. I have to push for making decent choices, professional decisions . . . to do the right things in life.

Is this what I’m supposed to put on the table when I’m interviewing for a position in the patrol division? It sure sounds good, but I’d really have to sell it. I have to internalize it. Because I do deserve to be great. But I have to make it happen; nobody is going to hand me greatness on a fancy plate because I don’t deserve it for free. We work for everything and we get what we pay for in sweat and blood and honesty.

I keep trying. I keep moving forward, and I’m not perfect. I make a poor judgment call here and there. Even those times are a bridge to being great, and becoming greater still.

We all deserve to be great, don’t we?

Drying up — 2022.03.09

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A vibrant landscape
smothered beneath arid dust
of fallen castles,
and our legions march, lockstep,
toward the next horizon —

crossing that dry bridge
between shrinking oases
as winter sets in.

Evaporate,
Justice the Ideal;
let us thirst,
left baking
under stars we invented
to honor Progress.

Twilight looms,
the only promise.

Follow the links in the poem’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In their comments sections there is much more to discover!

Hanging on — 2022.03.08

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Harried by the wind
and grasping for precious life,
persistent chaos
reigns last year’s leaf that shudders
to consider letting go . . .

Clutching, while near spring
Hastens the defrosting ground;
And facing that fall —
Open to options that lead
Somewhere other than earthward . . .

Inevitable
decomposability
inadmissible;
Unassailability
undisguisedly denied.

Follow the links in the poem’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In their comments sections there is much more to discover!

Casting — 2022.03.04

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Modern technology makes our lives shorter;
modern medicine works wonders in vain.

Remember time without emails
and notifications
and distractions without end?

The things we once craved are gone,
crumbled to dust in their obsolescence —
a shameful reminder that foolishness only adapts.

Once
nasty
people were
required to
face those subjected
to their scorn and distaste,
a way to make themselves feel
self-important . . . superior.
Now they hide behind a screen
and feel invincible;
minds are torn apart,
and trust is lost
in this world
virtue
shunned.

I’d reach back in time

and pull

All the good forward

If I believed the past could
truly simplify our lives today;

that task is ours.

⭐

Fast and dirty — 2022.03.03

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If I were a pebble
I should like a referral
to become grains of sand on the beach;
to find my ways into toes,
into swimsuits and clothes —
and those mountains, so out of reach?
I’d conquer those too,
they’ll fall as the rest do!
Those defenses I’ll readily breach.
All the ladies will stop
to clear their swim-suit tops
and find them full of sand from the beach.

I guess I’m in a funny mood this morning — I got home from work, sat down to wade through an exhausting inbox full of email and decided to see if I could rip off a quick one. Today, some sort of tail-rhyming tercet scheme came out organically from the prompts and I guess I’ll just have to live with the monster I’ve created.

After all, there’s more where that came from!

😉

Follow the links in the poem’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In their comments sections there is much more to discover!

Svefnþorn — 2022.03.01

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Bring war, Sleep —
hanging crushing weight
on tired eyes,
dragging me
to some nowhere in-between
with my lame struggle,

not knowing
whether light survives
this journey . . .
dream, and hope
it will welcome my return
to the realm I left.

Follow the links in the story’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In the comments section there is much more to discover!