Fumbling words... (2017)

I feel I offended you
I struggle with this often --

this feeling that I offend others

I want you to know that I care
But in trying to relay that

without directly telling you

I fumble and my words come

out too bluntly

Often, I cannot retrieve from

my brain the proper words

I'd probably be better off to

say nothing

2/22/2017

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I regularly revisit posts I've written in the past, prompted by viewing my stats and discovering the posts which visitors to my blog have read. That said, the visitors may be bots or something other than human eyes. 

In December 2024, I ran across this poem (that I'd penned in 2017) while viewing one of those posts on my tossandripple blog. 

I do not recall whom it was that I felt I had offended.  

But the poem is still relevant today.

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Dark Days in December

Tears of grief

I wail

I spit upon broken promises, past and future

Alone

Worn out from the game

Enraged at it all

But more so at myself

Alone

Day after day after day

Month after month after month

No end in sight

Alone

So, I quit

No more will I apply the band aids

No more will I try "the next thing"

Alone 

I awake the following day

A shield encases my heart

Now into its death

Alone

I later rouse my body 

To clothe itself, layer upon layer

Laborious labor to keep warm in the elements

Alone

I must gas up Sir Edward 

For my appointment tomorrow

Maybe the outing will help me

Alone

As I drive the back route out of Rolling Hills

I witness, right next to the street in a yard

Eight sacred black vultures

And a dead raccoon 

Once again, nature speaks to me

These sacred winged creatures have come 

To feed upon the carrion

Within my broken, deadened heart

For a moment

I feel seen

No longer 

Alone

Lost and found... (2007)

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I've recently run across some old poems... 

Adding some of them to my online anthology...

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Lost...

lost

in a kaleidoscope of

hues

wandering through

ever changing

tunes

---------------

lost

foggy night

in the crossroads

no white line

---------------

lost

my pen

scribbling doodles

searching for words

to describe nothingness

---------------

lost

my cane

abandoned to some corner

holding up two walls

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And found...

found

my heart

in a kaleidoscope

of memories

once bound

in crystal tears

---------------

found

unfilled void

gaping for sustenance

abandoned to

the inkwell

---------------

found

the cookie jar

once filled with sweets

now emptied

left with only crumbs

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