the recurring dream….Tanka

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through the thinnest sky
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clouds slip from my fingers as
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i tumble upwards.
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calm undulating waters,
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beckon my return to days
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i once recognized.
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falling… far away from the
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life i’d once known…
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my past… like boats float along
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an infinite horizon.
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tumbling… upwards…
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angelic music washes
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clean my memories,
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sharing innocence with stars…
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finally…flying… free again.
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angel of words

for my new friends
at Poets Pub, for
d’verse Open Link Night

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.my Angel of Words
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you will find no fight in these fingers
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they are slaves to your gentle insistence
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find a willingness in this empty pen
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fill it with nuance and inspiration
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oh, Angel of Words
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cover me, in your earnest shroud
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cloak me, with your vocabulary
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help me hear the meter, divine the rhyme
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take me on a journey above the constant clouds
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………………………………………climb
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…………………climb
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climb with me into a clean
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and ever clear sky
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quiet this busy
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mind, erase
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horizons
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as we
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glide
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……..glide
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………………glide
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……………………softly into the
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………………………cradle of pure creativity,
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……………………only you can open these two eyes
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………………..when they believe there is nothing to see
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…………………………………………………..fly
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…………………………..fly
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…….fly
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with me over these uncharted landscapes
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……..steel my spine, help heal these tragic memories
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……………fill this fragile heart with bravery
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…………………..to face my unknowns and life’s every mystery.
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this song is an integral part of this poem, not the
tempo as usual but the mood it creates::::enjoy::::
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clouds are free

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thCAVN1YTK

and there are days after days when
this gritty world holds so liitle appeal
…to be anyplace, but where i stand

in submerged pain when this history
so swift a snare, in its bear claw trap
jailed in recall…in tragic rerun memory

i tire of these arms, these familiar legs
so weary of this face i already know
and a name, i never asked to own

where do i find this release
where is that, wipe my slate clean
and this shapeless anonymity i need?

it’s weightless that i want to be
to catch a current…to float without fear
follow any breeze because clouds are free

…these clouds i crave

……to be in them

……….to be through them

……………to be of them

to be recognized one minute
and so simply gone the next,
with neither pain nor regret

because it’s weightless, that i want to be
to catch that current, slow floating without fear
and just follow any breeze because clouds are free
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Josie
‘is there a time
to let go of the past
and live for the life
you do not yet know?

let it go, let it go, let it go’
Emer Kenny

harp, dreamy voice, a slow electronica beat
to read by and was written to::::enjoy::::
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