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Saturday, November 16, 2013

PAD - Day 16. (4) "Half-Way" Poems

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In the rearview mirror (4)

In the rearview mirror
the flash of mountains
the crest of waves
the gentle lapping
lull of a looned lake
at sunrise
In the rearview mirror
infants born in mystic
magic mystery
screaming
real red outrage
grow
giggle
gape
and go
In the rear-view mirror
grandparents wave
and tangos in
moon- light
on soft sanded
talcuum beaches
beat bongos
powder puff past
wind blown
in the rear-view mirror
tides are rushing
splashing
and receding
to a fine thin black line
in the mirrored
rear-view
of this middling journey
falling fast forward
into the shimmering
rear-view mirror
waiting

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All the way or no way at all (3)

No half-way
half-hearted
tries for this
whole world
Timorous
touches
half offers
fall flat
In this whole
world rumbling
with trouble-fixing
from warming earth
to that child waiting for
a net as the skeets buzz
Don’t give me no
half-way measures
As grandpa said
they just don’t cut it
you just don’t cut it
half way doing is
no doing at all
Reply

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The Walk (2)

Across the waxed wood
gleaming
glowing
softly
a smile o’er
open-arms
outstretched
hands
waiting
as I
pause on
trembling legs
and begin again
to make my way

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I don’t want no half-way hands (1)

I don’t want no halfway
hands – fumbling over
me, leaving fumbled
fingerprints on my
heart, in my head
I want all-the-way
hands grabbing me
hard and sure
and lovin’ me
certain – solid
soaring
forever
arrived

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