on a good day

an instrumental to read by
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on a
.. good day,

………i’ll wake

……………up in the

……..M o m e n t,

..not

…struggle

……..to keep

…………my anxieties

…..from spiraling,

refuse to

…hear the

……incessant

………chattering

…..doubts,

keep

..my

….haunting

……..memories

….at rest.

on a
.. good day,

…….i’ll believe

……………your L o v e

……will always

..rise on

my

..horizon,

………steady

…like the

sunrise.

on a
.. good day,

……i’ll keep

………..my ego

……H u m b l e,

..reminding

…….myself to

…………remain K i n d

…………..to those

…who aren’t

on a
.. good day,

…….i will

……….celebrate my

………..H u m a n i t y

……….in this

….cruelest

of worlds,

and

….remember

……………T i m e,

……..that most

.precious

….of commodities

……..should never be

..squandered.

on a
.. good day,

i’ll cling

….tenaciously

…….to my belief

……………that P e o p l e

…………..should prosper

………before

..profits,

……a philosopical

….misfit in a

vicious

….economy.

on a
.. good day,

i’ll hum

…my S e r e n i t y,

……..even as i

………….clench these

……….eyes shut,

…..my skin

screaming

……. to split

….along

unforgiving

seams.

and

on that
.. good day,

……..i can

………..reach H o m e,

…..cleanse myself.

..from each

…..absorbed sin

………in this uncivil city,

call on my Sister Moon to send the day away,

find my B l i s s in the hush of night

and finally hear this open H e a r t,

find W o r d s to express my T r u t h

and bask in the J o y

of all that i hold dear.
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dear friends…if this poem posts, it will be a minor miracle.
my internet service has been down for days as the geniuses from ATT,
try and figure out what’s wrong. WP is still not allowing me to
comment or ‘like’ a post, so my apologies to those i faithfully follow
if i’ve missed some of your work.

tiptoe

dear new friends and old,
we are leaving in a few hours to spend
some time with family and to continue our
labor of love, restoring the 100 year old
house on our farm. i’ll be back on Tuesday,
in the meantime i thought i would repost this
poem, my second after joining 20 Lines A Day
in April.

thank you all for your continued and constant
encouragement, it means so very much to me.

if it weren’t for all of you, i wouldn’t be writing
this poetry of mine. please know what a gift you
have given me, that some days i still can’t believe
this is my blog, these are my words and you all,
are my friends.

thank you, so very much,
{{{ h u g s }}} and *smiles* to you all

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tiptoe.
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Amid this winter’s grey mist grip
our April mocks her Spring impression.
Rush hour red lights stop and start,
frustrated and my happened glance at

a waif like girl no more than nine,
she’s mouthing words of imagined rhyme.
I watch her whispering monologues
as she tiptoes boulders in the park.

Pure innocence her soft protection
from cruel worlds I suffer much too well.
I mouthed my thank you to the waif
and she tiptoed boulders until dark.
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written April 14 2013
submitted to 20 Lines A Day
prose and poetry challenge for April