To forget, forgive
Delete the hatred inside
Then you willl be free
I’ve cherished every day
I’ve spent with you
The sun soaked and
The overcast
The quick ones
That we want to last
Forever
Together
We’ve laughed
And cried
Stood by each other’s side
With love
And fear
And everything real
All of the feelings
That any two
Could possibly share as one
And though some days
Are tough and worn
We always seem to fall
into each others arms
An embrace
And sighs
And kisses
Like lullabies
Soothing our souls
And welcoming us home
Where we belong
In each other’s arms
Freed
but forgotten:
the emancipated
people of our
collective past
still languish
at the bottom
of memory
A tribe called (it) quest -
built inside beats, listened best
with headphones on, up too loud,
ear-worm samples and word play:
urban music getaway
a #smallpoems tanka (5-7-5-7-7) for #mastoprompt and for #ds106 Daily Create
The Lagoon Nebula without Stars
Image Credit & Copyright: Sameer Dhar
We all stumble
We all #falter
We all make mistakes
We all suffer
We all break
We all stutter
We all endure
We all recover
It’s like searching for things
I have not yet lost
Catching the sighs
Between each thought
Welcoming each breath
That I earlier fought
Finding the peace within
Those spaces worn thin
Remembering each breath begins
In the same place that it ends
And when I’ve run out of words
And don’t know what to say
Oh my dear sweet #mindfulness
Somehow you found me today
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Poem, Bones, Death, Music
Deliberate Accidentals
August 2, 2022
in my bones, radiocarbon emissions
represent an average of jazz
off-beat, off-kilter
something one might late at night
find lost between stations
ideoplastic wavelengths
we are no longer here
we whose signal
attenuated
we are always here
listened to and listening
your story and mine, inundated
* * *
Another revolution
Spun from confusion
Trapped in #delusion
To form an illusion
My compulsive conformity
To this digital deformity
What’s really in it for me?
It’s just another long story
And so I end where I begin
Saying prayers on a whim
Forgetting this original sin
Is passed on through my kin
I know they’re just words
No matter how absurd
My hope is they are heard
Phrases unspoken but inferred
#MastoPrompt #SmallPoems #poetry
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