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Retrospect

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Piles of intentions
All that mattered, scattered
Smiles prompted and posed
Say cheese, be happy
Be what I need you to be
Wish I knew then
What I still do not know

But I’m fighting for the light
Prying open the universe
With energy I don’t have
Looking for the answers
To questions I never asked
Until now

And my reflections are yours
My heart, your weakness
My weakness, your heart
Is that where we start?

The Dis connect

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chain

 

 

Who broke the link? Who broke the link?
I think it could have been me
I stretched myself too far this time
I forgot where I should be
How does one fill the gaping void
Where fragments flake to rust?
Does time slow down to heal the wound
Does space turn hope to dust?

Does space turn hope to dust?
Does time slow down to heal the wound
Where fragments flake to rust?
How does one fill the gaping void?
I forgot where I should be
I stretched myself too far this time
I think it could have been me
Who broke the link , who broke the link

 

 

My first attempt at a Palindrome poem in response to Mary’s prompt for Meeting the Bar.  Mary explains that in Palindrome poetry or Mirror Poetry “the poet uses the same sentences (or almost!) forward and backward. “

 

 

No Regrets

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No Regrets

Would you touch a snake? I had the opportunity. It was during an inspiring nature walk with my husband. The sun was warm and healing. The path we were hiking on led to a wooden bridge over a marshy area. I took my time inspecting the environment as my husband waited impatiently for me to continue on our journey. He should know by now that for me, it’s all about the journey.  I spotted that snake basking in the sun. He didn’t seem to mind my curiosity as I stopped to say hello.  Again, like seeing a mountain and not climbing it,  I just had to touch him. I wondered how rough his thick skin would be and would he feel invaded. Just one little stroke is all I needed to know how he felt…..to experience something new. So I reached out to pet him. Can you pet a snake? His skin was rough, as I had imagined. He did not flinch. I did not flinch. Instead, I took that moment in. I had touched a snake. No regrets.