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EXPIRED


Day 11. NaPoWriMo. 11 April 2022

EXPIRED

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What has expired

dreams to be returned

to where renewal takes it to be reborn

End of life takes rest in the eternal fecundity

of creations rich soil made of earth and sky

water and breath

bird and worm

rock and shell

mind and heart

ashes to ashes

love into darkness and lightness

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What has expired

decays in the keeping

shadows the belly of truth

Keeps the heart on hold

Clouds the mindscapes

Whispers, please surrender me

Give me back to the elements

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What has expired

asks to be let go of

emptied by its uselessness

void of what gave it purpose

tired of clinging to nothing

laid on the altar to be received

waiting to be chosen

waiting to be released

waiting to return to nothingness

to gather again in the everything

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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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