Inspired by the emerging talent, I find myself writing poetry for the first time in years. Not every day gives birth to a poem, so I started taking notes. #PoetNotes is a series of poetic musings on social media.
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I want to be inspired by your Why.
January 19, 2020
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In the depth of the pandemic,
all the sky had to do was turn gray
to reveal our fainter emotions…
October 22, 2020
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Another acorn drops
to my feet, this one hollowed out
and cracked in two.
The chill on the wind feels like
fairy tears.
Our summer cooled and
with the crunch of a single leaf,
we saw the corners
decaying black,
Warning of long months ahead.
Colder, emptier, solitary months,
marked by this frightening disease. No.
Now is not the time to stop
Believing in the new beginnings
Of beautiful days.
September 19, 2020
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Why should we be intimidated by a single speck of stardust?
Do the stars cease to shine when they learn the magic in the phases of the moon?
January 19, 2020
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Don’t drop your dreams like rocks… of 2 or 3 pounds
Or pile them in the corner to create walls. Why would you put each one in a bucket?
Or a pail to be swept into the sea, at high tide?
Or reduce them to numbers
— for old age —
on a list?
Lift them up,
Now, Dream.
January 25, 2020
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May you begin again.
December 8, 2019
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How could I treasure anything more?
when so many friends
— and near strangers —
whisper thanks for the laughter!
November 25, 2019
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When a plane falls from the sky,
the world grieves as one.
The weight of the burning wing
and empty seats burdens shoulders
across countries,
beyond foreign borders.
When a clock rises to midnight,
the world also sings as one.
It is the chime of a new year
and second chances uplifting hearts;
the gift of a blank canvas
in every language.
December 30, 2019
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A morning comes when
Emotions are ruled by exhaustion.
The empath falls, crying, to her knees.
Listening, speaking and working for change
Has been met with unflinching eyes.
(I’ve befriended a number of philosophy and history enthusiasts over the years, and…)
It’s been said 60 years must pass,
Before humanity can progress
To a new way of thinking.
Even then, some soles take a step back,
Complacent to walk in their own shoes,
And no one else’s.
Maybe empathy is a mutation —
An alteration in our DNA
Meant for a distant future —
Especially empathy for strangers.
Especially honoring the spirit of the other.
Especially seeing those who have been left unseen.
One warm hand extended
To the heart beaten to the ground.
Is empathy so strange?
Not sympathy, but
Experiencing the teardrops of another
As if they were your own?
It doesn’t matter
If these tears must fall alone,
I choose my abnormality,
Over the comforts of oblivion,
Forever, a mutant.
June 12, 2020
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Single at a late
season of life, you see
with tender eyes. In awe
of the tsunamis that have washed
over others, it’s all you can do
to stand beside them. To help
someone find a soft spot
in the sand.
🔥 For the hard work, you are my champion. For the heart work, you are my inspiration. 🔥
June 21, 2020
By Melissa F. Kaelin
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