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dancing

a future

that never was

Words  

from an emotional place

words of pain and sorrow

of disappointment

of heartache

and also proclaiming

what can be

Listen closely now

The hour is getting late

Can you hear

your thoughts

before they become words?

The bell of Truth rings

too thin a tinkle

to be called a peal

Can you hear

how it extols us

to move forward

not back

My mind wanders

The Canyon

separation

between here and there

Forest Hills and Bird’s Hill

full of mud and nettles

and The Trail and The Log

and The Creek

full of crawdads and frogs

and squiggly things

I sit and think

and watch a squirrel

or with luck, a chipmunk

And I wonder

About the difference

between someone

who really crafts poetry

over a long period of time

for it will be an even longer time

until they are heard or read

and someone like me

who publishes

random thoughts

truths maybe

sketched out

and strung together

cut and slashed

within hours after it is written

and has the audacity

to call it poetry

Value

cannot be determined

by the writer

But I preferred

The Woods

to the Canyon anyhow

and seldom went

to The Meadow

Early morning teaching people

how to learn so that they

can consume the knowledge

and solve the mysteries

this universe has to offer

You wonder

why I resist

The only wars

having merit

are the ones

too seldom fought

When do we fight

hunger and disease

bigotry and ignorance

neglect and greed?

Fighting these doesn’t require

armed conflict

but rather the engagement

the minds and hearts

the imagination and cooperation

of good people

Should not our children

be entitled

to more freedom

liberty, joy

and happiness

than we were?

Shouldn’t their children

if they have any

deserve still more?

Or do you speak

of material things?

It matters not

if they benefit from victory

by one side or the other

only that War

continue somewhere

forever

And War is good

for spreading

that suffering and tragedy

along with hatred

death and the disintegration

of human society

Are you waking?

Will you stop here

to share yourself

so everyone can see?

And in the morning

when I am here

I may be spreading

a good thought

And sometime later

when you stop by

will anything of substance

have been taught?