Lingering While Crossing At Fords

When she walks on the shore
She fantasizes about the freedom
Of life as a river

When she is swept away
She shows no visible signs of fear
But something of the familiar
Always calls her back

She doesn't realize
What she sees with her eyes
is more real to her
Maybe even more important
Than the reality that awaits downstream

It doesn't stay where it is either
It is always moving out toward
It's own oceans while missing her merger
The distractions occupy her mind so well
She has no idea that what she really wants is drifting away

She is intimate with everything
Except herself
She is a follower princess
With Goddess Queen imprisoned behind
The bars of her duality

It isn't and it won't be
Until she approaches life integratedly
She's bored with her limited understanding of Self
And dresses herself in the limited understanding of others

She is duty, responsibility, and merit
She doesn't realize she dangles her own carrots
Maybe she likes it that way
Searching for her fantasy of Christian Grey
Approaching but never quite reaching
But I'm grateful for all she is teaching

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Reasonable Words

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo

The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy

Poetry Tree

I saw no birds grieve No fallen leaves No branches on the ground None made a sound It wasn’t rotten It didn’t die in a storm Capitalism came In its progress form To take one of my last Best refuges from me I may be the only one who noticed The death of my poetry tree.

Between The Rhymes

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