December 28

Knee Surgery

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Would I go back to tell the young me

Not to do what I did?

To get off the three wheeler that flung me

to avoid the roll and the skid?

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Is it the decision that formed me?

Scars shaping my future days?

Or is it is the decision that deformed me?

Starting a suture phase.

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No I wouldn’t change a decision

I made as a naive youth

Sure I was lacking forward vision

but as adult I achieve truth

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Quatrain Poem

November 19

Decisions

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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood

They will converge again with different tales

One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods

One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale

Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood

Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail

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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)

June 30

Pressing Pause

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We are all so busy

At least that’s what we say

It’s how we spend the day

We are all so busy

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Saying yes without delay

So careless with our time

Intriguing paradigm

Saying yes without delay

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Would it not be sublime

Daily to take a pause

And say no just because

Would it not be sublime

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We are all so busy

At least that’s what we say

It’s how we spend the day

We are all so busy

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(A Catena Rondo Poem)

top photo by @the021439 cjf

April 23

Don’t Tell Me What To Fear

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Tell me what I should fear

Distract me with signage

While the real danger sits

Beneath it unlabeled

The dangerous culprit

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Tell me what I should fear

Distract me with dumb tweets

And real fake news headlines

Ignore the authentic

Tightrope walk those fine lines

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Tell me what I should fear

So I don’t have to think

I’ll just read and surmise

You’ve told me all I need

To make it to sunrise

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Tell me what I should fear

I won’t think for myself

Like a lemming I’ll wait

For your next instruction

Free will I’ll abdicate.

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(A Monchielle Poem)

March 28

Mystery

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Walked up to some steps to nowhere

Figuring they must go somewhere

Do I find out or imagine?

Will it be familiar to me

Or make me want to turn and flee?

Will they lead to wealth or ruin?

Will they lead to sadness or joy?

Will they entertain or annoy?

Nothing left to do but begin.

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(A Nove Otto Poem)