Void Is Hard 2 Avoid

Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee,
Unwind yourself under a tree.
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To succeed
is to plant your own seed
and do live feed.
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The food is ready,
Time to share with friend Teddy,
An opportunity to impress Daddy.
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Void is hard to avoid,
Loneliness gets lost like glory
Falling through the grate of memory.
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Facing missing epics
and a fugitive dream,
I hear your pen scream!

Haiku

Breeze blowing in tunes,

whispering so handsome hues,

tells its own blues.

A Magpie Tale on Things Uncertain

Image Credit: via Magpie Tale by Tess:
Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

It starts with a game show,

Then lunch break,

Then of course case studies until midnight.

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You’ve seen them sitting

In protected room, in fat

and itchy chairs, their heads hang low.

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They are waiting for the last case

Represented to them,

Hopefully, it is a better one.

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They rarely chat among themselves,

Or go to other rooms for a change,

The channel is fixed at #7.

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Eventually, they’ve come to

Folded, infirm, and loose stacks of cards

to spread and play on the table.

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If they have known a little

less of each successive program in town,

Things would not be that bad as everything is unsaid.

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Magpietales

Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden