Diversion

Diversion

Fifteen minutes…
Getting away

Dulling the edge
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Finding my ease
Slowing the pace

 Feeling the breeze

Life swirls all around me
Twisting, and rubbing
against my grain
Spinning, and brushing
against my brain
A whirlwind of emotions
Contorting, and slamming
against my pain
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Fifteen minutes…
Composing alone

Gathering my thoughts
Diverting my mind
Focusing my attention
Loosening my bind

Soothed by my distractions
Standing at the window
watching the rain
Listening to the birds’
cheerful refrain
Getting outside of myself

 Searching for anything
to divert the pain
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Seeing the bottles
trying to abstain
Seeking to exist
beyond my bane

Fifteen minutes…
Diversion

Away
Alone
A selfish burden
I make my own

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Wings

  

sky for prose

                  Wings

You used to look up at me
and say the darndest things
“where do you think we would fly to
if only we had wings?”
You would yank at my sleeve
and ask with your blue eyes
Daddy, what do you think a bird thinks
the first time that it flies?”

Outside on the front lawn
father and daughter birds
arms spread and eyes closed
no need for words
After our five minute flight
crisscrossing on air
we would sit on the step
ready to share

“I really love the mountains,
and landing at the top
soaring off a ledge
to where the blue doesn’t stop.”
“I like going really really high,
as high as I can fly
higher than the clouds
to the top of the sky.”

Closing our eyes again
to imagine each others flight
one to the distance
one to the highest height
The bird just feels free
no worries and no fear
It was nice for us to know
that we could always land here  

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