Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Mothers

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A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.


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Father

You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language

You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers


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Not so Fast

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Grimacing faces
At Porta-potty races
Waaay too much beer

In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge 138: Speed (which was not happening here) and The Weekly Photo Challenge: Lines (way too long)


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Earth Cries

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Silent cries

Natural flow occluded 

Earth’s heart attack

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #135: Occluded


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Rōnin

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He swept in on a twilight wave
This warrior of suffering
Fighting the dark for the light
A slow steady Seppuku
The result of years past

Wit and wile his Daishō
To excise the black shame
Of being Masterless
His ink a testament to battle
Against the establishment

His ink a roadmap
To his gentle soul
That golden treasure
Rarely revealed
But to a few rare birds

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #132: Twilight


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Frozen

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He sat there frozen
A painful reminder
Of days gone by
When mankind
Was allowed to read
And relax, and dream
A time before the ban
That constant reminder
Of the punishment
For being caught reading
Was to be turned to stone

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #128: Frozen and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Out of This World