Analysis

I do not love
Your data.
But,
My mind
Watches,
Like you watch film,
Voyeuristic.
It moves with
The playful array,
Skipping,
Scrolling,
Flickering,
Forming
A galloping horse
Epic
Of another kind.
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Fade

Every pore weeps
As youth dies
Its slow, inexorable death.

And yet I know
When I, full poured,
Look back
On me now,
I will cry,
“How beautiful
Were you
Then!”
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Thus

What I do here
Sometimes
Feels like

Humming undetected
on a wooded path

Singing full-throated
in a crowded hall

Snoring obnoxiously
with the window open

Screaming defiantly
into a pillow

Belching rudely
in gentle company

Feels like
Sometimes
What I do here
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Bends

Cottonned
Wooly
Batten
Down

Like

Buried
Living
Under
Ground

Like

Diving
Deep
Pressure
Round

Don’t
Surface
Too
Fast
She
Says.

We’ll
Breathe
Together.
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Fall

Has anyone
In the world
Been flattened,
Been crushed
Down,
The wind
Knocked
Out?

It happened
When I fell,
Flying too fast
And missed the bar.
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Upward

Madness looked her in the eye,
Midway suspended there,
On sagging slack and swinging path,
It blocked the single stair.

Unleashed it then a mighty blow,
That sucked the breath from lungs,
And stumbling back through broken slats
She slipped, and there she hung

Entangled in the fraying ropes,
She lurched and flailed and lunged,
While madness, hugely entertained,
Continued with its fun.

As leapt and roiled and shook the bridge
She thought at last to sit
And close her eyes, so’s not to glimpse
The chasm’s deadly pit.

In calm she found her purchase fast,
And fin’ly shaking stood,
Then movingly slowly, slow ahead
While madness on her looked.

Then outstretched a hand proffered
The ancient malcontent,
But strengthened each successive step
Said “no!” and on she went.

Another half bridge lay ahead
Who knew how she’d survive
The ancient road it’s perils great
And madness just behind.

But more than madness knows that bridge
‘Tween countless births and ends,
So stronger, braver, wiser she,
The upwards climb ascends.
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I have always planned to take long hike through ancient sacred mountain realms of Peru. When I do, I intend to walk the rope bridge rather than take the paved road.

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Dahlia

“How is it
You can lose
So many petals
And still
Look whole?”,
Said Single Rose, baffled,
To Dahlia.

 

 

 
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Guide

Here will I sit
And rest awhile.
You will come out
Of the darkness,
And I will see your face.
You will lift me up,
And show me the road
That lies hidden
In the dark, dark night.
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I took this picture on the way back from the Lake Agnes Teahouse in Lake Louise, AB. It’s a moderate difficulty 3-4 hour hike, with breathtaking views and lovely break for tea at the top.
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Glance

I am not
A collector of facts,
Of labels and numbers,
Opinions and stats.

Rather, I thunder
With each beating heart,
And I mostly remember
The in between parts:

The unspoken beauty,
The fears and the queries,
The passions and stances,
Surreptitious glances.

The nanos and micros,
The human array,
Of language unspoken
Is what I tuck away.

© WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2014. All rights reserved.

Peach

The peach,
Hanging taut and dewy,
Just within reach,
Or beyond,
To fully realize
Its potential
Must be picked,
And eaten,
Full fleshy,
Ripe, and juicy
Delight.

© WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2014. All rights reserved.

Motes of experience suspended in moments of light.

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