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what if you didn’t
know what was going on in the world imagine no social media no instantly available news or fake news and endless self-anointed experts commenting on everything and anything imagine the peacefulness of willful ignorance creeping back into your life as you take a deep breath and exhale the stress, bile and worry about things you cannot change kind words still resonate somewhere inside you hateful comments long since forgotten mean nothing now what is the future after air, water, food, rest and love? intention creates time yet to pass anticipating a present that will disappear the moment it arrives
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when the repetitive
is not boring and the familiar is new when the same coffee brings new warmth everyday and your heart feels the plight of others rather then privileged guilt and your cold rational eye with no God to save you sees the world for what it is choosing no favourites tragedy is for anyone then you are being being-in-the-world Joy
initially he feels no joy not even intention the calm is a masquerade a mirage beguiling a surface not so much ready to explode but a surface ready to fold in on itself like light disappearing into a black hole then he gazes upon beautiful living things moving to survive in the moment some so quick he can barely see them others so slow they appear still all of this on a tiny spec of dust in a vast universe amongst universes he exhales each breath giving him a moment to think and wonder and feel joy words
some kind like warm summer rain words some hurtful like cold ice pellets words flow to and fro swirl around me never sinking too deep into smooth layers of my psyche a psyche seasoned like old barnboard grey, weathered, resilient remaining constant undisturbed present awash in a storm of words you were ready
to leave me it seemed your heart was more vacant than a shuttered factory your soul missing almost every window pane i redeemed myself in the nick of time with the broom of my intentions i swept away the grime to reveal something startling under the familiar an honesty and love that was simply sublime a neon sign pulses
as the wind moans the season’s leave of absence and then the first cold diamond drifts down it’s a brand new day let’s go outside and play dawn light, too white soft snow did fall my heart will delight in solitary footsteps like dark holes in ice cream satisfying some primeval urge to be the first the only one wonderment pounds through my veins as it did for others eons ago…….. i don’t know when
i started talking out loud to myself one day my reasoned calm voice echoed back to me expansively in the empty room i asked him why? why didn’t he stop? but my dead brother didn’t reply in the silence i kept talking anyway it felt good and i thought maybe, maybe someday he might answer she was quite enjoying the simplicity of life unencumbered by another no logistical juggling no bickering about the trivial endless negotiation negotiation of every little thing it was liberating to do what she wanted when she wanted the way she wanted aren’t you lonely people asked? if this was loneliness she’d take all she could get More poems at: jamespangel.ca love lasts
anger fades it’s a preference a choice i made fear buried with the spade of time leaves space for love’s memories that are only mine early dawn light is grey with sweet pain warm tears join with summer’s rain filling the street of longing with quiet sadness love lasts it’s all that remains tis the season
as the black eyed dog hunts my psyche i imbibe substances dulling the senses creating a grey gauzy space a shroud between him and me but the black eyed dog waits patiently for the fog to clear then continues the hunt relentlessly More poems at: www.jamespangel.ca |
AuthorI started my "Poem-A-Day" writing exercise back in 2010. It was a way to get into the habit of writing everyday. It took awhile but once I got into it I really enjoyed the process. I took a break in 2023 to work on getting "Carbon Copy" into the wild. I also wanted to re-read my poem-a-day scribblings to see if there were any unpolished gems amongst the rubble. My plan is to post one per week in my Blog. Find "Carbon Copy" at: Archives
April 2025
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