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sometimes when I’m not paying attention, I
am brought to a moment, passed
when my legs ran against beach sand
racing towards waves, relentless
a memory just barely out of grasp
of being young and being free
from obligation, rising rent prices
career leaps and bounds
I’m getting farther and farther from the shoreline
I’m lost in something
more sad than nostalgia —
forgetting
Dream
The fondest dream alights lightly on my shoulder
snagging my interest and thought process
then flits away like a kite bobbing
taking me to the wonderland of utopia
my heart shouts hurray
so sure that I would clinch the rarely possible feat
of making an impossible aspiration come true
but just as quickly the dream vanishes
I am left grappling with
the false sense of hope it bestowed
haplessly I watch it flutter helplessly
before spiralling into oblivion
harsh reality taunts me
orders me to forget the extinct flame
but I cannot let go
for if there are no dreams
what will man live for?
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DON’T CRY, LITTLE ONE
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Don’t cry, little one
Save your tears for when you are
Twenty, and in love
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Winter Days Ignite Poetry
Snowy Day, Oil Painting by Lowell Birge Harrison (https://www.oceansbridge.com/shop/styles/impressionism/snowy-day)
 January has unveiled its raw winter-ness. For Seattle, that blast of snowy chill equates to a romanticized sense of wonderland…well, for the writer in me. Maybe because I grew up where wintery-season months matched splendidly with all the storybooks from my childhood…snowfall under lamp posts, icicle-clad roof eaves…and my dad bundled under the warmth of his red flannel shirt, shoveling the drive.
A favorite memory, relived year after year in Eastern Washington, is the mounds of snow that grew like a mountain in our yard. After every plowing of our driveway, fresh snow accumulated in heaps. My sister and I built snowmen, and snow-bunnies, and snow caves big enough to sit in and drink hot chocolate from a thermos. We worked all day creating our masterpieces.
Yet, as much as I can still feel the heat of the cocoa, even…
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When the day is done….
Artwork: Elizabeth Nourse
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Future Paths
Photographer Unknown
We know not
The correct path we should take
Nor, the obstacles
That get in our way
Many of us are blind
Until, a suddenly happens
The fog dissappears
And we see a ray of light
Never lingering long
Just a whisper of
An ancient ryhyme
Coming down from above
The tune is sweet
May we hear it
This is the way
Walk ye in it
Oh, but beware
Like the coin
With two sides
The other option can be filled with lies
May our souls remember
What our eyes have forgotten
That we be not ensnared
And are dreams not hearken
Letting Go Of Some Things , Is A Good Thing – Mws R Writings
Most people kick off January by creating resolutions that drastically aim to add healthy habits to their daily lives (which doesn’t always work, by the […]
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