What If?

 

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What If?

Life is like sailing. You can use any wind to go in any direction. ~Robert Brault

 

What if something was done differently and could have changed everything?

Something was given instead of taken away,

like planting many trees instead of zero!

I have seen the sway the wind makes

and how it can change the direction of everything,

like a kite in March and which way a child runs.

Every movement has a certain force that pushes at the passersby.

Each loving mother tends to have a kinder child,

and every hateful father leaves a brokenness

 that can pass through generations like a torch from hand to hand.

So, open your heart and let all that tears down scatter and be gone, like tissues at a funeral.

Only wave the flags that stand for love and life.

Rock the cradle gently, and teach your sons to plant chrysanthemums and not just build with bricks.

For what if something was done differently and could have changed everything?

Wise words were a gift instead of words of idiocy stealing what could have been.

Life is a Squiggle

 

Vee Speers

Untitled #1, Dystopia, 2017

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Words from Tomb Sweeper by Alexandra Chang

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“Being is not yesterday,

not tomorrow, but today,

which is the fruit of all past,

the seed and soil of future.”

~Cave Outlaw

Time, Love, and Hope traveled together to speak at a funeral.

Each had a message to share, with different photos of the departed and personal thoughts on the journey.

Time was quite busy and the details and remembrance would probably be reenacted by Love.

Hope was noodles about this because Love had been a major crush for Hope,

ever since they were arrested for standing together against Hate.

So, Love had a lot to carry on the way; bags of every category and brand, full with all that mattered and nothing fake.

Hope always walked in front, keeping a slight distance from Time since Time would stop for no one!

Love never worried about this distance thing, for Love had a deep instinctual sense that was a true gift. Time and Hope saw it as a true superpower on the entire journey!

The eulogy would be shared by them all, but Time would ultimately write it.

Strangely enough the memory of the years this soul had truly lived would write itself. Time would simply speak for itself and sign with a squiggle to prove that each moment is but a lovely curve and loop and quick end. 

The Beauty in Scars

 

"scars" Digital art by Beth Conklin

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The poem below is a response to my favorite prompt that is now back for all poets to enjoy:

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(Use at least 3 of the 20 words)

The Beauty in Scars,

"I show my scars so that others know they can heal" - Rhachelle Nicol

There is an art in healing,

letting the willow bend

to no longer break.

My soul does not crave the vase of lilies,

but longs to run in a field of wildflowers.

Yes, I want the sweetness of triumph,

but first I must taste the sober truth

that only a poet or pastor can tell

I can no longer be still like zeroes,

letting weeds grow and surround my aching knees!

Give me engines that propel me forward;

the strength to rise like a fox stepping on hill upon hill.

For there is an art in healing,

letting out all the stitches to embrace every scar.

Watching for Spring's Starlings

 

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Every mile is two in winter. ~ George Herbert

 

The clocks of December move slow like a man with bad knees

Edging forward with scorn upon deaf ears

I try to ignore the feral breeze

And the rise of snow and it’s bitter sermon upon my face

If I had been newly kissed

The pressing feel would be gone like a gypsy in the night

Cold can be like fire’s touch when it is from the skull of a deep frost

Stealing the feeling from our extremities

And leaving the deepest of aches in our bones

One that no anesthetic can remove.