Blanket to my chin
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Arms tucked underneath
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I resist motion
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Thinking of the fresh snow
Computer Whisperer
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
Blanket to my chin
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Arms tucked underneath
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I resist motion
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Thinking of the fresh snow
Sitting
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p style=”font-family:"”>Tall stool
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p style=”font-family:"”>Metsl tsble
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p style=”font-family:"”>Vice gripping
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p style=”font-family:"”>My victim
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p style=”font-family:"”>Bending
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p style=”font-family:"”>Shaving
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p style=”font-family:"”>Scraping
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p style=”font-family:"”>Demanding
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p style=”font-family:"”>It fit into
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p style=”font-family:"”>My will.
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p style=”font-family:"”>Resistance
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p style=”font-family:"”>Solid
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p style=”font-family:"”>We find
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p style=”font-family:"”>Detente,
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p style=”font-family:"”>This soul
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p style=”font-family:"”>Longing
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p style=”font-family:"”>For the
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p style=”font-family:"”>Trees
Going to sleep Friday
Tomorrow’s free morning
Ah, to wake leisurely!
My mind springs awake
Hours before dawn
This sadistic life
It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility
For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat
Slowly waking
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p style=”font-family:"”>Against my will
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p style=”font-family:"”>For life’s demands
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p style=”font-family:"”>Cry out
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Looking skyward
While dawn approaches
Waiting for this fitful night
To finally end
It is morning, I guess,
Bringing me wakefulness
Vigorously unwanted
Far too recently did I dive in
Seeking eight hours of rest
Obscenely cut short
By my restless mind
The louder you shout
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p style=”font-family:"”>Boldly proclaimed
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p style=”font-family:"”>”Generosity”
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p style=”font-family:"”>The more clearly I see the
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p style=”font-family:"”>Deception within your heart