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Headstall's Reflections - 72. Chapter 72 Woke

It's all good. My first poetry in a long time....

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Woke

 

My heart beats

A rhythm of reassurance

As the hummingbird

Makes a final visit

To where geraniums

Used to be

 

I survey my kingdom

Such as it is

Alone, but not alone

My dog a boomerang

Always returning

For a word and a throw

 

I have my memories

And plans, altered now

Because life demands

I be woke

While I try to ignore

The beats of my heart

 

 

An Ant Can

 

Specks of dust

Swirl in the breeze

Just like me

 

Wet orbs shutter

In protection

Until the wind dies

 

Vision returns

Still watery

To changing vistas

 

Of surging greys

And almost blacks

Overhead

 

A burst of sound

Shakes my mind

And I return to me

 

That speck of dust

Dogged in his journey

To a safe place

 

Tears or rain

Makes no difference

To a man in darkness

 

 

Haiku… some poetic license

 

Night crawls like ivy

When praying for dawn’s bright kiss

To smite the shadows

 

 

Puddles are for kids

It’s good to know I’m still one

With soaked running shoes

 

 

It’s tough to find joy

Yet not such a daunting task

With wine glass in hand

 

 

A gift from god’s heart

Orchids bloom like fingerprints

Can you still feel mine?

 

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Thanks for reading. My thoughts have been slippery of late... I hope you can find something here worthwhile. Cheers! Gary....
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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I look on these as the first stirrings after a restoring sleep--the first memories that intrude, then are pushed aside to open the soul to a new day's possibilities.  The eyes of the heart are once more focussing on the the scenery at hand, and the mind is busily composing fresh constructs to propel you into the coming dawn.
The loving wishes and arms of friends are waiting to gather you in once more, my dearest G-Man.

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My GA life feels more complete because I’ve read something you’ve authored.  It’s been a while, Gary and I’ve missed doing so.

Whether it’s the joyful or contemplative musings of your mind expressed in prose or the literary journey your narratives encompass, it’s a very special exchange;  I am grateful to your muses....they marry with your imagination and experiences to paint our eyes with the broad and delicate brushstrokes of your stories.  Your three examples here show how you master both  (though I must admit,  I hate soaked running shoes, lol.)

Hi, Gary.  It’s good to see you. 🍻 :hug:

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1 hour ago, ColumbusGuy said:

 

:kiss:   :hug:

I look on these as the first stirrings after a restoring sleep--the first memories that intrude, then are pushed aside to open the soul to a new day's possibilities.  The eyes of the heart are once more focussing on the the scenery at hand, and the mind is busily composing fresh constructs to propel you into the coming dawn.
The loving wishes and arms of friends are waiting to gather you in once more, my dearest G-Man.

Beautiful, CG. Thank you, dear friend. :hug: 

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40 minutes ago, FanLit said:

My GA life feels more complete because I’ve read something you’ve authored.  It’s been a while, Gary and I’ve missed doing so.

Whether it’s the joyful or contemplative musings of your mind expressed in prose or the literary journey your narratives encompass, it’s a very special exchange;  I am grateful to your muses....they marry with your imagination and experiences to paint our eyes with the broad and delicate brushstrokes of your stories.  Your three examples here show how you master both  (though I must admit,  I hate soaked running shoes, lol.)

Hi, Gary.  It’s good to see you. 🍻 :hug:

Aww... thank you, FanLit. :heart:  It's nice to have my voice missed, and you say so, so eloquently. :hug: 

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1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

So much that’s good to read and hear in these. I loved your haiku, as each successive one brought a fond image to mind. I could feel your heartbeat, strong and alive, in the lines Woke, and in An Ant Can too. Sometimes our heart is what we need to hear. Thanks for sharing yours. 

Thank you, Parker for the kind words and support. :hug: 

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23 minutes ago, Marty said:

Contemplative musings, indeed! :yes:

You may be a man in darkness, but you certainly manage to shine a light around yourself! :)

And I love the sentiment in the puddles haiku! :thumbup:

Thanks, Marty! After darkness there is dawn. :)  I'm getting there.  And what fun are puddles, eh?  Young horses tend to be leery of puddles, and I used to get great enjoyment from showing them they'd had nothing to fear... splashing is fun! :D  :hug: 

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