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Tainted (Free Verse)

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Photograph taken at Andersonville National Historic Site in central Georgia.
A gorgeous day:
   the sky is blue;
   the air is crisp,
      and a bird swoops in low
          over the field to land
             in search of insects.

The sign is kind of a bummer:

   It tells me that 13,000
      people died here --
   most by shitting themselves 
      into unconsciousness.
     (it doesn't use those exact words.)

This is Andersonville -- 
   site of a Civil War prison camp.

Here, I believe in ghosts.
   I don't believe in ghosts
      when drinking my morning coffee
      at my dining room table.
   I don't believe in them when I 
      turn off my bedside lamp.
   I don't believe in them anywhere --
      anywhere else -- really. 

But here they vibrate up
    through my boot heals,
        and I fear I may 
           shit myself.

PROMPT: Nervous

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Daily writing prompt
What makes you nervous?
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Chemical interactions in (and between) my nervous, enteric nervous, and endocrine systems make me nervous.

Into the Darkness [Lyric]

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Photograph taken in the "Tunnel of Nine Turns" (九曲洞) in Taroko Gorge (太鲁阁.)
Shadow-striped --
   Juxtaposing day with night,
      And wrong with right,
   And never with always --
      Down the long striped 
           Hallway...
 Until it ends in darkness.

“Autumn Within” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]

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It is autumn; not without,
   But within me is the cold.
 Youth and spring are all about;
   It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
   Singing, building without rest;
 Life is stirring everywhere,
   Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
   Fall and rustle and are still;
 Beats no flail upon the sheaves
   Comes no murmur from the mill.

Let it Float [Lyric Poem]

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Sans fear of dying,
 The angst of trying
   Is felt and left
      To float.

PROMPT: For a Day

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If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
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A Buddha / Bodhisattva (if there’s one about these days.) Why? To feel how his (or her) subjective experience compares to my own.

Slipknot [Free Verse]

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As I walk through the woods,
   I flow through something
      As it flows around & against me...

   -- Like a slipknot --

I don't know what it is.
   I just feel the slightest of drags
   As I feel the greatest of exhilarations.

The drag is subtle...

   -- Like a slipknot --

What it is in me that slips past
   Whatever it is in nature --
      I don't know. 

But I know there is an interaction,
   Of sorts,
      Like a free end through a noose...

   -- Like a slipknot --

Winter Malaise [Lyric Poem]

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One bitter winter afternoon --
   Locked under skies so low and gray --
 The city slowed in cold cocoon
   As what verve remained slid away.

And then the clouds, they broke apart,
   And frozen souls began to thaw.
 But some needed not the sun's kickstart
   To free themselves of winter's maw.

What was their secret? I wish I knew.
   To be happy sans the skies of blue.