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Notes in the Sandbox
a collection of writing, reflection and inspiration...

There's Poison in the Water

9/10/2018

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We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters
We're sickening our sons
There's poison in the water

Pacing up and down the foyer
Weak confused not herself
Bridging thoughts from before
Her stumble down the wooded plot

I let her drink from which she waded
Ran to the bank but she didn't go in
It's like she knew we didn't see it
Cascading waves all brimming with sin

Shaking she began to fall
Chased by a grizzly ready to maul
Without strength can't move your legs
Like a scream you dream to break

We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters
We're sickening our sons
There's poison in the water.

​It's on our shoulders this deathly struggle
Drunk on pesticides genetics
When you mess with natural orders
She bites you back with razor sharp fangs
She drinks the blood you spill to get richer
and feigns her empathy downstream with death water
We're killing all our sons and daughters
There's poison in the water
There's poison in the water
There's poison in the water
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Wine and Song Filled Glasses

9/8/2018

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Emptied and filled with dusty masks
Bringing in unfiltered baskets
Full of all the screams we’ve worn
Capos fly over frets worn bare
Over which was held a stare
The tidings faith and feasts so true
Brought us together in song in you
The songs they echoed like cavern’s wishes
Spoken words and strange predictions
Oftentimes with goosebumps plenty
On one leg or maybe two
The blues held true in many an eye
Alongside hope and community too
These days they flew like a falcon in flight
Swooping in and out of our hectic lives
Although the time was miserably short
Our brothers and sisters learned a thing or two
We brought our gifts to one another
Shared our moments we put to song
Not long ago I didn’t feel I had a voice
But the messages there begot my choice
To choose my chosen words a plenty
and put them on the parchment
To speak those words on parchment’s surface
To dig below our imagined surfaces
To scream out loud and cry happy tears
Of life of love on the canvas above
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Blinky Lights

8/17/2018

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Blinky lights flicker as strings render chords
Bridging the break from the 1st to the 4th
7ths and 9ths bring tension resolved
When released from the grasp of suspended tones
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The Grit and the Gravel

7/24/2018

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As the grit and gravel spread out before me
The fallen limbs befitted with moss
The northern breeze unsettled the branches
That formed the arbor under which I crossed

With bark lined walls befallen with debris
The turn up ahead towards the water’s edge
Could take the ground from under your feet
Turn grit to plank over the waterfall’s crest

The impervious rumble over rocks so smooth
Down the bank towards the weathered ‘stead
Through stitches of roots like saplings’ feet
Would cause a near tumble of foot over head

On a path full of grit and gravel I tread
Towards my own haven, evermore I’ve been led
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Embers

11/9/2017

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Ancient embers burn through rows of trees their trunks and limbs defaced
Billowing smoke suffocates the breath acrid soot hastens fleeting
Calm invoked the mask is placed and oxygen begins to flow
Dust on the ground crunchy burnt limbs under foot creeping
Every breath taken the wind moves across your path
Forever it seems to burn white hot oak now turned to ash
Gone are the trunks of 200 year old gentle beasts
Hiding on the hills in hope they won't burn and fall with a crash
In the air smoke filled visions of light dancing on the clouds
Just in time the water bird swoops and douses all my limbs
Kinfolk gather and hope their hamlet will be spared
Leaning in and holding close their loved ones singing hymns
Mountains direct the fires burning on peaks and valleys down below
No time to waste grab all your things and knickknacks that mean the most
Once there was a childhood home now which stands just a chimney alone
Panicked faces dampened sweaty full of fear they lost all hope
Questions answered with not answers but more questions ringing false
Roaring in their ears the sirens deafening the solace gone
Silence as the trees they breath relief and dancing as they waltz
Tucking in between the gullies formed by water poured since dawn
Under blanketed ground of ash the light soon gives the sprouts their due
Valleys mountains hills and crests begin to enrich once fire's through
What was once a barren wasteland full of blackened trunks and soot
Xenial growth the pollen spreads and pedals will once again renew
Yesterday the ground it crunched under dusty feet creeping through flames
Zestful life like spring today sprung up through ground that forever remains
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