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The bulbs I buried
before winter frost
and freeze
will soon wake
and break
earth’s
surface,
spreading colorful
sprays of spring’s
aromatic arrival.
If I were honest, the thumbs up emoji is my most-used icon. I have recently learned, however, that the younger folk find that to be cold and hostile. So, to avoid unintended hostilities, I will share a top 10 list.
It’s incrediblehow sharplywantonly-whispered hitshurt crushinghope, heartand honoronce solid it’s hardto toss outsuch heavy baggageand forget healinghope, heartand honornow fragile
“Yes,” once freely playedout of dutyseeking pleasing melody,now falls flatin a sadminor key. “No” strikes sharp,startling,diverging from major scales.A declaration of denialclaims a new notein a key crowded by “yes.” “No” echoesquietlyin deep bass chords,liberating a lifeof resigned compliance,now tapping to authentic beats. Rhythm’s refusalresurfaces at precious moments.Notes once outplayedin clamoring consentnow harmonize in asynchronous…
We are here, planted in the earth,cupped hands catching light,tightly holding to historiesof a world that always asksbut rarely says thank you. To the teacherin well-worn shoes,kneeling by a deskholding dreams markedby grooves and doodles—you do your part,whispering hopeinto the ears of tomorrow. To the nursewith tired eyes,cradling the world’s heartbeatin your steady hands—you do…
That day must have been truly extraordinary.
Partial truth hides, denies full truth told.Full truth holds weight of what’s left unsaid. Silent weight shapes what’s shown, controlled—Mind only sees shadows of what it’s fed. Seeing shadows of what the mind is fed,Twists facts, reframes the story it knows. Twisting facts reshapes words already bent,Words half-bent deceive hearts that try to grow. Hearts…