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From Anxiety To Poetry

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2023
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June 2022

“The ebb and flow of each gentle wave…”

The ebb and flow of each gentle wave
As they stroke and caress the smooth sand
The rhythm and pulse of sweet hiss and soft crackle
When silvery water kisses golden land.

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June 2022

“Should life for me some purpose hold…”

Should life for me some purpose hold
Pray enlighten what it could be
I wish I wasn’t becoming so old
Yet my purpose remaining a mystery.

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June 2022

“«And how was your day?»…”

«And how was your day?»
The small dog was asked
«Busy, I would say.»
As he recounted his past.

«A few hours at home with no company save
An old radio and my best intent to behave,

Well I should probably start
By explaining the mess
And though it wasn’t my fault
I should probably confess,

How the bin emptied itself I just wouldn’t know,
So I left you a present to soften the blow.»

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June 2022

“The trees gently shook their delicate leaves…”

The trees gently shook their delicate leaves
To announce the sudden arrival of the Wind
And along the avenue She softly breezed
Until She found and enveloped him.

«Why come now?» He asked Her afraid
«I can do this myself. I don’t need you.»
«My Love,» she sighed, «Such a mess you’ve made,
Of your life. But together we will start it anew.»

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June 2022

“Caught betwixt the Devil and the deep blue sea…”

Caught betwixt the Devil and the deep blue sea
What manner of ailments strive to suppress me?

Should the tiniest of morsels pass through my lips
My stomach cries pain as if becoming bewitched.

And if no consumption of food I shall make
I will suffer the torture of the Devil’s headache.

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June 2022

“Are those your footsteps that I can hear?..”

Are those your footsteps that I can hear?
Each night I lay my head to sleep
Are you the Death I do not fear?
In search of my spent soul to keep.

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June 2022

“During the night…”

During the night
She had become the Storm
Her beauty veiled
By Her malevolent form.

And filled with such rage
She would harness the weather
And smash the skies, the sea, and the earth
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