Two hands
continuous
circumferential trek
through nonspacial continuum...
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Every morning when weather permits, I ride my bicycle for miles on end. I have been doing this discipline for many years now. Over this period of time I have seen many, many people in my travels, and what I’ve noticed more of as time went on is the growing number of overweight people there are. Especially the younger generation. I can’t help but feel sadden by this epidemic spreading throughout this country.
Our health, a fragile gift of God bestowed
On most of us without supervision.
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A man is standing alone on shore in darkness on a foggy night. He is looking out over the water when suddenly he hears a ships fog horn. He can not see the ship but the repeated sound of the horn and his present state of mind he begins to associate himself with this ship.
The man is at a crossroad in his life. He knows his life has been unsatisfactory up to now and is posed with a choice as to how to proceed in the future. One way is risky, the other is safe.
A heavy fog looms over the water.
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I belong to a book discussion group at our local library. There are about a dozen of us
that meet once a month and discuss a book that we all agreed (voted) to read. At each
meeting, I am usually the oldest participant and I have noticed that our individual tastes
for prose varies exceedingly.
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We are but grains of sand in life’s hourglass
Plures inter plures waiting our turns
That slowly penetrates the narrowness
Of time ending all our worldly concerns.
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A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
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My keyboard is an extension
of my soul; every key I punch
reveals muted intimacy
by contriving words and phrases
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Divorce
Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
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Standing amidst the forest trees
listening to their whispered words
breathing their breaths like they are mine.
Enveloped with viridescence:
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