Tagged: living

it is looking more and

it is looking more and
more likely that
we have been weighing
the wrong things, counting
and measuring
that which is
not easily
quantifiable, things we
can’t wrap our heads
around. we have
disassociated, splintered,
fractured ourselves for
too long to contain
so much, we can’t
be reliable data
within these set
values, even words
are no longer
enough, nor
meaningful
.
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we will gather at

we will gather at
least seven times to pay our
respects, say goodbye –

for both the dead and the living,
loss takes longer to sink in
.
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watching scallions grow

we were all prickly

we were all prickly
once or twice – some start off with
it, others end up

with it – life can go either
way, sharpening or filing
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: prickly

the days do not add

the days do not add
up neatly, do not form an
intelligible

pattern that could help direct
the lost, the living, the lucky
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: intelligible

at the third narrow,

at the third narrow,
turn left to broaden, then left
again to narrow –

life offers us only these
directions, we lose our way
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: way

the knot is too tight

the knot is too tight,
she is probably trying
to say – day after

day after day after day,
molded into man’s image
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: image

in the blink of an

in the blink of an
eye, we will be
on the other
side, dusting off
all that fuss
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: fuss

here is the twist – that

here is the twist – that
there will be more
twists
and turns
while
vying for the light
than any one of us
can anticipate –
no spoilers
.
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perhaps life and death

perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for

a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
.
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