Day 10
National Poetry Month
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I.
remember you must die
with the remembering
comes the living more sensitively
the sip of coffee becomes the last drink
the view of the tree out the window
becomes that last look
in each moment that death is remembered
living becomes that more grand in the simplicity
why do we look for ways to dull our senses when
we are down about our circumstances
we do it to die rather than live
yet living through, promises the triumph
of knowing we can do it
we can make it through and be more
than the circumstances that seemed
at a point before to control us
Look for life in the reminders of death
that living might be just that grand
in the schema of human strifes
there is living to be done
surprises to take in with our breaths
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II.
she feels convicted by words on a page
then not wanting to deal within
she stomps on the author to end
denial is her only friend
yet in the acts of desired hurt
she forgets her life is worth
as much as any human's
for death is but one last breath
but living is exactly what she might make of it
she is scared of her own shadow
so screams and screeches at others
with grand bravado
as if that makes her taller and stronger
she missed yet another chance to
begin her life and shape it
with an attitude of gratitude
her green eyes dart around
to find anyone else to criticize
so she does not have to experience
her own life
then take responsibility for living
she has neglected memento mori
yet others see it in her
to then live with their own purpose
more greatly convicted
come forth glory
of the life
living brings!
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III.
he sucks down yet another drink
in hopes he can forget what he can not now change
while he is wallowing in self pity
he is justifying by shaming and blaming others
yet if he sobered to recognize the skull
simply reminds that
he too can take charge of his own life
begin again to shape with his own breath
what he wants in these breathless moments
before tipping off the mountain top
to exhilirate in the moments
he can now appreciate
knowing that every human is promised death
every human can make life at his best
bring the senses out of the fog
rise up knowing them
embrace as a part of the whole
and BE which is great.
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IV.
through blue lenses reflect such wondrous light
tis fine imperfect as wabi sabi
for in those cracks
more light
more living
more reminders
than soon enough
life ends
make of it
what she can
while she can.
Lenses of blue light
reflecting back again.
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V.
no, work is what he knows
what defines him most
he missed out on several chances
he may well miss out yet again.
Humbleness is becoming.
When pride is set aside
connections can be made
yet again.....
for there was a willingness
still is
that living can be done
together now and then
breathe
see what can happen
if only you let your full self
be what it has hope it could be
in spite of your grabbing
holding your breath
so that living did not have to accept
the imperfections of building connections
one living stone moment at a time
breathe then live
beginnings are available
as long as aire can be taken in
living is not predictable but
aye aye captain
death is.
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VI.
We set sail tomorrow
with cracks here and there
will we make it in storms
of course as long as life
is reminded of its preciousness
as death is all we can count upon.
Breathe in
Exhale out
Look at the sails fill with wind
Remember to stand at the bow
Smile as the miles of ocean
fold under the ship.
Purpose of living
is what we each make of it.
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Postlude If but for Love she would not know the loss Weeping does not wash away that Love rather it refreshes the life that lives with LOVE forever in the Heart. She grieves because she Loves yet Love is worth that price.
© 1998-2016 by KLB
