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BRING YOUR SENSE OF WONDER


22 April 2019

Crystal Ball Nebula

Word pool prompt with Jill Badonsky

~bring your, four-side, constellation, hot, turning day, endless, navigate, pottery, arm, picture of, night, footprints, collection , fortune,, the sense of wonder, wardrobe,, strangers, love, change, house, bunny.

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Bring your sense of wonder 

with the turning day

Make the wardrobe for your body

A collection of endless magnificence

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Lay the soul of your footprints

across the night sky

Let the constellation of Love navigate

The endless fortune of change

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Make your house not be a four-sided container

Give it the vastness of a hot surging nebula

Whirling and seething 

In the Infinite arms of the unknown

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Bring your sense of wonder

across the night sky

whirling and seething

In the Infinite arms of the unknown.

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Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

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It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

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The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

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Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

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