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April 8th.

At long last,
I can breathe.
Fill my lungs
with hope
with exuberance
with fresh optimism
Enough of
the incessant reminders
No more
of her suffocating grief
I exhale
only contentment
Breathe only
a sigh of relief

At long last,
I can think.
Open my mind
for creativity
for revelation
for honest expression
Free from
the condescending paralysis
Away from
her sickening superiority
I speak volumes
only for myself
Think clearly
as sole authority

A long last,
I can look.
Cast my glance
to tomorrow
to possibilities

to cloudless horizons
See beyond
the judgemental glare
See past
her irrational ways
I focus
only to the future
Look forward
to my everydays


At long last,

I can breathe.

At long last,
I can think.

At long last,
I see.

At long last…
just be


 

 

Silence

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Silence

 I hear the furnace kick in, on this cool morning.
An awakening nudge, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

It is then that I notice,
gradually notice more
The nuances of early morning
Just outside my door
The stillness of the lake
The shadows near the shore
A family of four ducks
And behind them two more
A peaceful place to begin my day
Alone, with some time to explore

A window to an opened mind.
A unique view, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The façade of my introspection
Protective, but paper thin
Accessible, in the early morning
Without the voices or the din
An undisturbed opportunity
To summon, from within
The chance to visit places
Where I have seldom been
Insights, subtly perceptible
Like the drop of a pin

The sound of my ideas resonates,
clearly audible to me, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

Discernable refrains of thought
Echoing inside my peaceful shell
The intricacies of perception
From the depths of my well
The complexities of emotion
The conflicts that I must quell
Lost, and found, in the early morning
Immersed in what to tell
A place to elevate my opinions
Up from where they fell

I find my positive inspiration,
emerging, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The early morning moves me
As the words start to flow
Drifting through the shadows
Like the ducks, in a row
Lines of innate substance
Gaining momentum as they go
Buoyant, lucid, more certain
Shedding inhibitions as they grow
Brought into the morning light
From this tranquil place I know

The quiet of the morning finds me here.
Where I can hear myself think…
within my creative silence.

 

Diversion

Diversion

Fifteen minutes…
Getting away

Dulling the edge
s
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

JUST

                     JUST

She may be just thirteenIMG_20150305_211417[1]
but my daughter has this knack
Somehow she just gets me

and she always has my back
Mostly it’s just who she is
Sometimes it’s just because
Not entirely sure how she does it
yet she often just does

It was just her who noticed 
when I felt mostly just lonely
Tired of too many nights
when it was just me only
She says that she knew itIMG_20150305_211903[1]
Could just see it in my eyes
Just ten years old then
yet exceedingly wise

“You just need a girlfriend,”
is just what she said
It caught be by surprise
and just stayed in my head
She was absolutely right
Sometimes I was just sad
Despite all of the love
that I already had

I knew she was right
I was just hard to convince
I met someone just great
And have been happy since
Not sure just how she knew
just how it was
How she often seems to knowIMG_20150305_214433[1]
but she just does


She can tickle my funny bone

with just a certain word
Something I have just said
or that she just overheard
Can put me in my place
with just one line
Yet she seldom overdoes it
and that’s just fine

Knows when to surprise me
when I just need to smile
That it’s just the right time
when it’s just been a while
We can both be impatient
when life just gets in the way
That it’s just easier to laugh
and just get on with your dayIMG_20150305_212125[1]

Knows just what I need to hear
when I start to feel low
She just seems to sense it
just seems to know


So much just like her Dad

In just so many ways
Emotional when she speaks
competitive when she plays
Wants to see the entire movie
from just the very start
The importance of just a hug
and the music in her heartIMG_20150305_212334[1]

A shared impulse to nurture
Together, just a common ease
Just a reflection of myself
in much of what she sees
A strong, calm understanding
that’s more than just DNA
I find myself in her eyes
and that’s just where I’ll stay

My daughter is just here for me
She enhances my life, 
just because
Shares this life-long bond with me
and I just love that she does

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