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Hole
20251225
I fell into a hole today—
how it appeared
I cannot say.
I only know that I was fine
until the hole
entombed my mind.
I wish this hole would go away,
but what would be
allowed to stay?
What parts of me might disappear
when this dark hole
retreats from here?
#poem #poetry
20251225
I fell into a hole today—
how it appeared
I cannot say.
I only know that I was fine
until the hole
entombed my mind.
I wish this hole would go away,
but what would be
allowed to stay?
What parts of me might disappear
when this dark hole
retreats from here?
#poem #poetry
Hole
I fell into a hole today…
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December 26, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Bump
20251213
There’s that bump in the night again…
Must be the wind…
or some old memory
knocking about,
striving to get out.
No…
I’d rather believe
that it’s a new, bright
thought of you
that longs to see the light—
but it must stay
till break of day
when all things are
made right.
#poem #poetry
20251213
There’s that bump in the night again…
Must be the wind…
or some old memory
knocking about,
striving to get out.
No…
I’d rather believe
that it’s a new, bright
thought of you
that longs to see the light—
but it must stay
till break of day
when all things are
made right.
#poem #poetry
Bump
There's that bump in the night again…
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December 25, 2025 at 3:33 PM
What Follows
20251211
What follows
when we dip our hands
into the pool of time
is what begets the future
that we'll see.
If only
we could understand
this simple symmetry…
Our actions move the water,
the ripples move reality,
and thus we move
and move
and move
through time.
#poem #poetry
20251211
What follows
when we dip our hands
into the pool of time
is what begets the future
that we'll see.
If only
we could understand
this simple symmetry…
Our actions move the water,
the ripples move reality,
and thus we move
and move
and move
through time.
#poem #poetry
What Follows
What follows…
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December 24, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Two Trees
20251210
Two trees
stand wild against the sky
Bright sky
plays blue beneath the sun
Gold sun
reclines before the wind
Fay wind
whirls wild through the trees
#poem #poetry
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20251210
Two trees
stand wild against the sky
Bright sky
plays blue beneath the sun
Gold sun
reclines before the wind
Fay wind
whirls wild through the trees
#poem #poetry
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Two Trees
Two trees…
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December 23, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Two Trees
20251210
Two trees
stand wild against the sky
Bright sky
plays blue beneath the sun
Gold sun
reclines before the wind
Fay wind
whirls wild through the trees
#poem #poetry
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20251210
Two trees
stand wild against the sky
Bright sky
plays blue beneath the sun
Gold sun
reclines before the wind
Fay wind
whirls wild through the trees
#poem #poetry
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Reversible
20251208
all this time
I searched
for you
and to think
I found you
in such a place
within a heart!
unlikely
and
so cruel
as fate can be
here we are then
apart
but
still
together
#poem #poetry
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20251208
all this time
I searched
for you
and to think
I found you
in such a place
within a heart!
unlikely
and
so cruel
as fate can be
here we are then
apart
but
still
together
#poem #poetry
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Reversible
all this time…
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December 22, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Reversible
20251208
all this time
I searched
for you
and to think
I found you
in such a place
within a heart!
unlikely
and
so cruel
as fate can be
here we are then
apart
but
still
together
#poem #poetry
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20251208
all this time
I searched
for you
and to think
I found you
in such a place
within a heart!
unlikely
and
so cruel
as fate can be
here we are then
apart
but
still
together
#poem #poetry
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Tuned
20251209
Most must say
they never found a way
to know a love
as constant as the sea.
But in your eyes
I saw the light of stars
and found the rhythm
of the universe.
How can that be?
#poem #poetry
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20251209
Most must say
they never found a way
to know a love
as constant as the sea.
But in your eyes
I saw the light of stars
and found the rhythm
of the universe.
How can that be?
#poem #poetry
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Tuned
Most must say…
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December 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Tuned
20251209
Most must say
they never found a way
to know a love
as constant as the sea.
But in your eyes
I saw the light of stars
and found the rhythm
of the universe.
How can that be?
#poem #poetry
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20251209
Most must say
they never found a way
to know a love
as constant as the sea.
But in your eyes
I saw the light of stars
and found the rhythm
of the universe.
How can that be?
#poem #poetry
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You Know
20251207
You know
that you’re alive
when you hear
the sound of children
playing football in the street—
their voices ringing sharply out
at every unfair trick
and daring move.
No one can tell
which shouts are of despair
and which from joy.
1/2
20251207
You know
that you’re alive
when you hear
the sound of children
playing football in the street—
their voices ringing sharply out
at every unfair trick
and daring move.
No one can tell
which shouts are of despair
and which from joy.
1/2
You Know
You know that you're alive…
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December 18, 2025 at 3:04 PM
You Know
20251207
You know
that you’re alive
when you hear
the sound of children
playing football in the street—
their voices ringing sharply out
at every unfair trick
and daring move.
No one can tell
which shouts are of despair
and which from joy.
1/2
20251207
You know
that you’re alive
when you hear
the sound of children
playing football in the street—
their voices ringing sharply out
at every unfair trick
and daring move.
No one can tell
which shouts are of despair
and which from joy.
1/2
Orion
20251209
If Orion loosed
his mighty belt
and flung it down
upon the earth
I know where it would
come to rest—
do you?
Come closer, now,
and hear the tale
so you will know
just what to do…
Come closer, now,
so you may hear
the story—
hear my story true…
#poem
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20251209
If Orion loosed
his mighty belt
and flung it down
upon the earth
I know where it would
come to rest—
do you?
Come closer, now,
and hear the tale
so you will know
just what to do…
Come closer, now,
so you may hear
the story—
hear my story true…
#poem
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Orion
If Orion loosed his mighty belt…
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December 17, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Orion
20251209
If Orion loosed
his mighty belt
and flung it down
upon the earth
I know where it would
come to rest—
do you?
Come closer, now,
and hear the tale
so you will know
just what to do…
Come closer, now,
so you may hear
the story—
hear my story true…
#poem
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20251209
If Orion loosed
his mighty belt
and flung it down
upon the earth
I know where it would
come to rest—
do you?
Come closer, now,
and hear the tale
so you will know
just what to do…
Come closer, now,
so you may hear
the story—
hear my story true…
#poem
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I did it. Against all odds, I did it.
#nanowrimo
#nanowrimo
November 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
I did it. Against all odds, I did it.
#nanowrimo
#nanowrimo
Approach
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
Approach
They sense a form of winter drawing near…
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November 24, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Approach
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
Train
20251120
A year is such a heavy thing—
not just the part
you wear about your neck,
but too the train that falls behind
and drags along
as you attempt to move.
Each step becomes a herculean task—
then comes the day
when you'd do anything
to cast the dreadful
cursèd thing
away.
#poem #poetry
20251120
A year is such a heavy thing—
not just the part
you wear about your neck,
but too the train that falls behind
and drags along
as you attempt to move.
Each step becomes a herculean task—
then comes the day
when you'd do anything
to cast the dreadful
cursèd thing
away.
#poem #poetry
Train
A year is such a heavy thing—
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November 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
If I spent as much time writing as I spend doing piddly pointless things when I'm supposed to be writing…
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
November 21, 2025 at 3:08 PM
If I spent as much time writing as I spend doing piddly pointless things when I'm supposed to be writing…
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
Longsuffering
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
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20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
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Longsuffering
We too may love intensely…
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November 19, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Longsuffering
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/longsuffering/
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/longsuffering/
Lessons
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
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20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
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Lessons
We fell into the embers…
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November 18, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Lessons
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lessons/
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lessons/
Those of you writing novels this month: Where do your characters get their names? People you know? Name generator? Names you’ve always liked?
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
November 18, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Those of you writing novels this month: Where do your characters get their names? People you know? Name generator? Names you’ve always liked?
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
Severed
20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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Severed
Some severed thought—
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November 17, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Severed
20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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Failure
20251115
There’s comfort in failure.
A calm relief.
A voice that says,
“You see? It’s true;
you never should have tried.”
But some of us
would rather try
and fail
three hundred times—
and then again
three hundred more—
than let that lying voice
soothe us to sleep.
#poem #poetry
20251115
There’s comfort in failure.
A calm relief.
A voice that says,
“You see? It’s true;
you never should have tried.”
But some of us
would rather try
and fail
three hundred times—
and then again
three hundred more—
than let that lying voice
soothe us to sleep.
#poem #poetry
Failure
There's comfort in failure…
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November 15, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Days Like These
20251111
I told you
there'd be days like these—
dark days of pain
and mirth
and nights of fear
in misery
wracked with
the pangs of birth
without the sound
of mewling child
to ease
the troubled mind
but only aching
emptiness—
no respite,
till we find…
#poem #poetry
20251111
I told you
there'd be days like these—
dark days of pain
and mirth
and nights of fear
in misery
wracked with
the pangs of birth
without the sound
of mewling child
to ease
the troubled mind
but only aching
emptiness—
no respite,
till we find…
#poem #poetry
Days Like These
I told you there'd be days like these—
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November 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
In Progress
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
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20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
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In Progress
Your dreams are always happening…
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November 11, 2025 at 4:35 PM
In Progress
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/in-progress/
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
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Exchange Rates
20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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Exchange Rates
Exchange Rates
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November 7, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Exchange Rates
20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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Eight Minutes
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
Eight Minutes
You have eight minutes…
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November 6, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Eight Minutes
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
Chocolate
20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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Chocolate
The chocolates taste…
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November 5, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Chocolate
20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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Content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
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20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
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Content
I'm content—
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November 4, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/content