poetry

For the Bahamas – A Tanka

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For the Bahamas

for the Bahamas

tides have come and gone and yet

so much to be done

placing feet in their wet shoes

spirits trudge forward in hope

keeping it mindful

taking stock of what’s to do

bringing up courage

there’s really no other way

but to fight for making home

starting all over

is hard enough to battle

keep in mind the loss

hold their spirits in the heart

what can old souls do in life

but be a part of all

taking account of life’s toll

one moment to next

one small step to create change

keeping the faith going strong

poetry

Ripping the Soul

crash foam ocean rocks
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Ripping the Soul

ripping apart the nucleus of love
tearing at the riptide of shame
pressing into the soul
oozing from the pain
seeping into the decaying brain
cells are left with no release
but to grow less and fester more
such is the diseased brain
such is the life with loss
there’s shame where there should not be shame
there’s blame where there should not be blame
there’s hate where there should not be hate
so much else dies with the loss
so much else goes with the pain of decay
so much leaves
so much goes away
never to come back
taking the time to release these pains
taking the time to allow healing
taking the time to promote growth
renews the soul

poetry, short story

Staying the Course

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Staying the Course

Waging the war with the tides of life, bringing on waves of emotions, challenges, and joys, I am met with at once the desire to sail away and to remain ashore. Sailing beyond the shores, allowing risk to be abandoned, feeling the breeze flowing while knowing there are at least planks beneath my soles, is tempting. Staying the course of the foundation of the sands, only adjusting to the effects of the tides, I can still stand while being sure of not going too far. To go astray has such appeal as much as being on solid ground. Oh, to be grounded, but in movement is even more.

Staying on life’s course
Keeping my feet on firm ground
Moving as I will

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Written in response to the Living Poetry August Visual Prompt