Once our words have been spoken, they cannot be erased; only forgiven (paraphrasing my way around #7). Our words bind things to us: I love you to another I promise to duty Poetry to intimate self. I concede: the system is flawed. We haven’t eradicated bias from America; it took us how long to even recognize […]
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I wanted so badly to write a poem today, wanted to create, to put physical boundaries on my thoughts by setting them free. But my thoughts weren’t ready to be examined and my page remained wordless, stale, because if it’s not brilliant, I don’t want to write it, reminding me how young an aspiring poet I still […]
058: because single isn’t alone
I went to the movies. Alone.
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Pondering: waiting.I don’t have thoughts, still brewing; coffee’s not ready to drink. I wait for the water to filter through the grounds (I was lazy and didn’t go French), mug ready with allotted cream and sugar. When it’s ready, I pour, listening to the fresh hot coffee cascading into clean ceramic. Better than the rain. I […]
056
Today: ** I didn’t think Iwould write.Todaywork went late,stress was high. Today:exhausted by two,I’ll keep some of me to metoday. There was no jump-for-joy-for-todaytoday. So, don’t write,right? But overwhelming daysdemand more of me,demanding more release.So, today, I write: to releasefor releasebecause release is the only way to let go. And if I can’t spare […]
055
Have you read Christopher Poindexter? Or Charlotte Scott’s poem? I’ve paused what next questioning. It’s exhausting and I’m sick of the echoing I don’t know. Because I’m a control freak (deep down, you’re one, too) I want it all to fit into my pre-selected moderate-sized box “Mary’s Future.” Feel free: laugh; I do. I am. But just […]
054
The next eighty-odd words should be read with excitement, as they were written: That feeling of hours-long conversations. That feeling of hours-long conversations with your best friend; that feeling of lying on a bridge over water having hours-long conversations with your best friend. That feeling of friendship. No, that reality of friendship: […]
053
I thought about Truth: where we find it, where it resides. I read a blog post (here)and my thoughts led me here: how glorious it is that we can know Truth.Not even know; recognize. The two are different. Knowledge of something (someone) comes after being with it (them) a long time.Recognition of something (someone) comes in an […]
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The things we wait for.The things we fight for. Oh, how it can make us bitter. Being honest, often the wait takes longer than we want, the fight costs more than we expect. And time age us, time tries it’s damned best to steal our joy in the waiting, […]
051
I’m getting comfortable. And the immediate step when comfort’s gone too far is complacency. I’m home, I have a job. I’ve been able to catch up on sleep, save money, have a Saturday to myself. Let’s shake things up. Shake things up means volunteer. I am amazed when “grown up” people find time to volunteer […]
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