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Treasures Found - 3. Chapter 3 Drudgery
Drudgery
It happens well before eyelids part
This quest to locate my joy
There be dreams to rile my heart
And nightmares don’t play coy
Each new sun furthers exploration
As weary legs swing to the floor
Wishing cause for celebration
With some nugget within mind’s tour
Routine is a comfort and a pain
Oft and too many times repeated
Tasks performed over and again
While apathy gloats undefeated
But we’re not meant to fold up and die
As long as we draw labored breath
Enough to power a resigned sigh
And wage war against hope’s death
It is a battle as frequent as sunrise
A mission to glean something new
While depression spreads its little lies
Triggering choice as we step into dew
For this is real, these liquid crystals
As is the grass drops delicately adorn
Magnifying the wonder of yon pistils
Those stalks where beauty is born
And though we may acknowledge such gifts
There exists struggle to find reward in life
Thus granting power to the toll of time’s rifts
Allowing it to nourish our mental strife
Challenges oft be self-imposed obstacles
So we must sort out our weapons of war
To rage against invasive tentacles
That tighten their grip on our attempt to soar
Joy is not a given in this world
Because in us is where it truly resides
And like a flag that snaps unfurled
We must open up to the wind it rides
For wishing and praying is not the answer
No matter how often we try
It’s the giving up that is the cancer
We must make the choice to live till we die
Since time began we’ve been explorers
Always looking to the fore
Accepting there will always be horrors
As we push our way through another door
To relinquish that path is to accept our demise
Allowing lazy old minds to retreat
So I will face the drudge of each day
Snatching small victories from the mouth of defeat
My joy best lies in the wee wonders of nature
And curious questions from rosy cheeks glowing
Both of these blessings deserve my nurture
And a sought-for peace does come with the knowing
Haiku
A paw taps my knee
As soulful eyes beseech me
To go exploring
Haiku
A widow-maker
Crashes to the ground ahead
And I have been spared
Haiku
Following hare prints
Is a circuitous maze
Meant to befuddle
Haiku
The wind howls with rage
Tempering that within me
For mine must retreat
Haiku
Red squirrel flits brave
As I flip the wheelbarrow
To spill twice-fed oats
Haiku
The smell of cedar
Still resides in trees long dead
Giving life to air
Haiku
Gently flowing stream
Freed from winter’s icy grip
Reflects its ally
Haiku
If in God we trust
Do we leave it in his hands
To protect children?
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