Battered
The fallen
lies
on uneven
ground
and exhales
as wet drops
splatter
over his face
and the cold
of the ground
beneath him
eases
new aches.
Blood tastes different in the rain.
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
The Pause
Stand
very still
and listen
to the soft
patter
of raindrops
caught
to drip slowly
from
nature’s
fingertips
as cold
nips at the tip
of my nose.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Radiant Whispers
Golden bursts
of bright leaves
radiant
in the gray light
of cloudy
afternoon skies
welcome visitors
to wander
as they
whisper
to each other
about
warmer days
gone by.
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Promise
Earth
and water
meet
in the reeds
as dark clouds
cast shadows
to trick
the eye
into believing
gray days
with
blue skies
are possible.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Sourpuss
A little nap
is all I wanted
but there’s no
peace
to be had
not even once
I’ve started
God forbid
I’m allowed
some sleep
or even a
little bit
of peace.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Musing on Wealth
Tiny ripples
leading
into the distance
where stately walls
stand strong
and windows
gleam
in the light of a
low slung sun
“Who loves there?”
you wonder
“What worries
keep them up
at night?”
Are they just like me?
Sometimes when we look at people that are better off than we are, we wonder if their life is better… or in many cases assume that it is. We assume that their worries can’t possibly be as big as ours, or that their life surely has to be so much easier.
The truth is? Every tax bracket has their own worries, every fortune has it’s own misfortunes, and every gleaming bright white cloud has a shadow. We trade worries for different worries, struggles for different struggles, and stresses for different stresses. Each looks at the other and thinks their own troubles are heavier or harder… but no one ever considers that perhaps that’s not the case at all and that in truth, they are simply different… but equal.
Twisting the Leaf 