Why I Chose Go And Other Unanswered Questions

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As the opposite of stay
Always

Somedays it is synonymous with
Life and yes
Sometimes it is on the flip side
Stagnate

Go is brave on days
And it is walking timidity
Other times
Vertical in fact
But longing to be
Horizontal, in a state of quiet repose
Of all the words in all the world
Go chose
me
To walk out 365
Sleeps
To go dreaming and go waking
To go running and go crawling

Go said let’s say yes more
And no less
Take a chance and take a turn
Pull up to the banquet table
With a fork and knife
Dig right in to life
Cut it to the quick

Go says yes
Start with desert some days
Ride into the wind
Tears burning the cheek
Swim against currents
Against the howling wind
And walk in the rain
Even the thunder
Without a bumpershoot and galoshes
Now and again
Write a song
And sing along to the song
On the radio, loud and off-key

Eat with a friend
And not alone

When you are but two
Letters in a sea of verbosity
You risk being over simplified
And when you back up and go in reverse
OG
You sound like a caveman, man

Go can
B
Complicated too
Going out on a limb
Now and again

But don’t get me wrong
We are getting along
So far
Just fine
Me and Go
Go and I

We’re linked arm in arm
Side by side
Shadow and friend
Going this road
Together
Not alone

Even when we go
Nowhere at all
Anchored in our
Going nowhere state
Up to our elbows in
Pluff mud like
Quicksand
Sinking
Going nowhere fast

Go sings a melody
Backup
Sweet harmony
Happy as a sidekick

Go and I
Tandem diving
Into the teacup
From the high-dive
I had no chose but to
Go
Chose me.

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Somewhere Between Lamentations and The Psalms

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Somewhere Between Lamentations and The Pslams

I am dancing between the pages
Of Lamentations
More of a slow forced march
I would rather laugh
Like a crow, turned toward the sky
At the sun pouring in
At the squirrel on his high wire act
At bird chasing a cat
And a dog chasing his tail.

But I am in the pages of weeping
Where the heart plays the re-runs
And the soul forgets the grace
And mercy drips from the faucet
Like summer’s drought.

I know there are pages to turn
And the fingers are quick
But the heart is slow

To find itself in the
Pages of rejoicing

But when I recall
The chapters of joy
Highlighted and hope
And a three year girl
Who called them P saums


Then I am in the pages
The ones filled with the love
Of Christ
The wiper of tears
And today they are mine

Joining my beauty seeking friend Laura and on Thursday with Lyli.

Still, I Go

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Still I Go

Though tired
Or held
Suspended, frozen in
Mid air
Because of You I go

Though mired
In the madness
Afraid or all
Alone
Because of Grace I go

Though filled with an uncertainty
Whose root is still
Unknown
Buoyed by Mercy’s sweet, soulful song
Because of Hope I go

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joining my friend Sandy for Still Saturday

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A Door To A Home

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A Door To A Home

Records the emotional temperature
With the speed of the swing
The slam of the door
The creak and the boom
As the mother or father
Enter the room
With the day spilling out

Except where there are
Chickens involved

Here it is a merry
Hunt and peck
With an egg or two due
As rent
No bills to pay
Or grief to bear
Every seed and need
Is scattered for those
Feathered ones
Privileged to reside
Among a little hay
A little seed

And a simple life
Of producing
Protein
Wrapped in fragile
White

Two doors down
A door
A home
A door to a home.
Hope scattered
For those privileged
To lead a simple life
Drenched in grace

He arrives, home
Embraces her, hugs her warm
Around the neck
And leaves a peck
Announcement of his love
She is fragile
Wrapped in white.

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Joining the creative folks at Tweetspeak Poetry for their Poetry and Photo Prompts Doors & Passageways Photo Play