Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Clearing

As the two of us stand
Side by side
Having explored
The highest peaks
To the lowest valleys
The mist finally clears

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #174: Valley


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Vanishing

Vanishing
Each day
Little by little
Memories evanesce into darkness
Alzheimer’s

Who knows when the fog descended, your intelligence
It hid your secret, until you were at the point of no return
 
But the storm of your last six weeks could not deny the plaques and tangles,
The snarled mat of mind disintegration, consuming consciousness
 
I was the one had to take your car keys, the doctors would not help
I was the one that had to hide your guns, the police would not help
 
Their fear of lawsuit left them impotent
So each day I would check on you, alone
 
Not knowing if the wind would be coming out of the north or south.
Not knowing what lay behind the closed door in the darkened room
 
Then came the day that would last forever, what would be the eye of this storm.
Your relentless desperation for a gun, wanting to die in your own bed next to Mom
 
Then with your wife safely hidden away in the sanctuary of a friend
We began our unholy race, knowing we would all lose in the end
 
So I was forced to choose; there was no solace here,
Standing on the abyss of unfathomable emotions
 
The twist of fate, the parent-child relationship spun on its head
Protecting you from yourself, Mom from your delusions
 
Oh Freud would have a field day with this
Your id isolated and locked away in all its destructive glory
 
At first you would not talk to me, volcanic eruptions of anger,
Then you held my hand, conspiring like two naughty children
 
“Let me out please, I will behave”
“I will say anything I have to, let me go home”
 
The last time I fed you sweet, cool ice cream, your eyes shined
But inside you were wasting, wasting, wasting away
 
Sinew-shrunk; just skin, bones and confusion
Fear and suffering your companion until your final
 
 
Breath

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #172: Vanishing


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Focus

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In a world gone crazy with hate,
Divisiveness and exclusion
I will fight with laser like focus
Double my efforts to be tolerant,
Patient and compassionate
I will be the model of beauty and light

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #144: Focus and accidentally in response to his post: Moments of Beauty Between the Darkness and the Light

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Spark

Summer Sparks

A crackle in the stillness
Of a hot humid night
That spark of beauty
Illuminating the darkness
A billion grains of sand
Against a billion stars
Spellbinding in its power
Both creator and executioner
A not so quiet reminder
That the universe is bigger
Than even sentient beings can grasp
And any sense of control
Is but an illusion

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #143: Big


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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


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Glass

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This year I resolve to shatter
That glass ceiling that is my mind
For beautiful as the glass is
The atmosphere weighs heavily
And is but a sparkly, fragile illusion
Better to let the sharp fragments
Rain their color down upon me
Than to stay below the surface
Wanting to be flying above

In response to Patrick Jenning’s Pic and a Word Challenge #120: Atmosphere and
the Weekly Photo Challenge: 2017 Favorites