Parched
Clouds roll in
and yet no rain
I cannot wait
the heat’s a drain
I miss the damp air
slick skin feel
of working outside
soaked through
and chilled.
writing poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
The Takeover
Forgotten spaces
hidden places
the earth continues
it’s sneak attack.
Beaten back
again and again
but she
will outlast us all.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Potential
A little seed
lies in
more moss than grass
it waits for rain
and an earthen grasp.
New life held
safe and sound
in pod’s embrace
til roots grow down.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Pesky Ideas
Goddamned
irritating
whisper
in my ear.
Push it away
and it keeps
coming back
again
and again
and again.
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Fall
Moving fast
panted breath
hauling ass
and then you trip.
Knees and hands
land in the dirt.
While pops of color
catch the eye
and create
a moment’s pause
to breathe.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Still Useful
Old and rusted
battered and bruised
scars scattered
over the surface
still here though
still strong
still useful
even if not sure
for how long.
