36 years -- not a prime number
April 13, 2019
I have a few days before the 16th; the poem may change. Being unfit for publication lends a great freedom to any writer.
36 is factorable
Summer, days are sunny and bright
Winter, windy with snow and ice
A shared warmth when all is right
An inner hearth when it’s not nice
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All trails have treacherous terrain
Dwelling in loss our visions pale
Passing memory fades the pain
Mementos for a well told tale
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A spooky connection an invisible twain
No oneness ever fills the yoke
Run for absence yet ghosts remain
An unquenched thirst, frustration spoke
Backs turned in an aura of disdain
Commitment repairs the broke
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Thirty-six is not a prime
Multiple threads tug me woke
Love still as crystal at the end of time
Bonded particles now, just less the chime
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At Erik and Laura's reception in 2016 -- at a friend's wedding reception in 1984
I have noticed many of the contacts I make on social media whether on Daily Kos, Twitter, Facebook, etc. are older. We all have our stories. We all need to listen and to relate stories. Amazingly the senior set are the biggest Trumpers, they ought to have more sense. Keep on the journey, keep building relationships, keep being a calming breeze, a light in the darkness, maybe we can reach some of the deluded.
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