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silence
silver drops of time
that caress my soul

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enchanted sunshine
warms my soul and
stars dance across the sky

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Somewhere in northwestern New Mexico

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Challenges galore…

The challenge today is to write a tanka; a poetic form similar to the haiku. Unlike the haiku, though, the tanka is pretty strict about syllables per line: 5-7-5-7-7. I took this opportunity to write about something I love – words.

some words fall out of
use, even though still needed
apricity means
warmth of the sun in winter
words like this comfort my soul

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A sonnet…

Growing Pains

You haven’t shaved yet. The creeping shadow
has emerged, tracing the line between youth
and manhood. A fine line I cannot slow.
It scares me. Should I help you find your truth?
The little boy I knew, who would take my
hand without hesitating, now wants to
stand on his own. And I just have to try
to step aside, because it’s time for you
to find your own way. Part of me wants so
much for my sweet little one to return,
but even more I want to watch you grow.
Forgive me if I sometimes show concern.
I am already nostalgic for your
future. My dream is for your dreams to soar.

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Sheesh, I haven’t written a sonnet since I was in high school. But that was the chosen form for this challenge. So be it.

Growing Pains

You haven’t shaved yet. The creeping shadow
has emerged, tracing the line between youth
and manhood. A fine line I cannot slow.
It scares me. Should I help you find your truth?
The little boy I knew, who would take my
hand without hesitating, now wants to
stand on his own. And I just have to try
to step aside, because it’s time for you
to find your own way. Part of me wants so
much for my sweet little one to return,
but even more I want to watch you grow.
Forgive me if I sometimes show concern.
I am already nostalgic for your
future. My dream is for your dreams to soar.

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I made the Top 5…

Woo hoo!

A poem I submitted to a contest in December has made the Top 5. I’m quite pleased about this. You can see the proof of this fact here!

And here’s the poem:

Sevenling (I ran away)
I ran away for the
usual reasons: feeling
unloved, alienated, and alone.

I took with me only the
necessities: clean underwear, dad’s
axe, and lots of toilet paper.

Even nine-year-olds can prioritize.

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Sevenling (I ran away)

I ran away for the
usual reasons: feeling
unloved, alienated, and alone.

I took with me only the
necessities: clean underwear, dad’s
axe, and lots of toilet paper.

Even nine-year-olds can prioritize.

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