Category: My Prose
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Understanding Allegory
Understanding Allegory Allegory is a difficult thing to understand When the story being told is your reflection in a mirror. What point is there to be made of this sad tale? Reflections tell you only what you want to see, Rarely giving hints of what lies dark behind the glass. Beyond that silvered backing is…
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Off The Grid
Off The Grid The great Kristofferson said it best, “Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose”. Hanging on to things makes prisoners of us all. More begets more and that way leads to chains That tie us down with weights too heavy to bear. “Off The Grid”: A thought delicious to contemplate, But…
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This Hungry Beast
This Hungry Beast I feel compelled to give voice To the riotous jumble in my head, Bring order to the chaos that rages Between the moment of thought And the moment of action. So I tell stories , , , or I don’t. I tell them to organize what I am thinking, Impose a little…
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Seven Letters
Seven letters Buried in a pile where they should not be, Hidden from sight, in danger of destruction, Seven letters written on near transparent blue, Carefully betraying no hint for censors to redact. Seven letters rescued from the brink Of a lonely, careless oblivion. I’ve rescued them for a brief time, As brief as the…
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Denouement
Denouement – Final Curtain Summer’s curtain is drawing down After what seems to me a short but successful run. The critics have not been kind, Too hot. Too cool. Too wet. Too dry. Fingers point in many directions. But let the audience be the judge. Judgements are made not from what we are told, But…
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This Far & No Further
This Far & No Further There is a symbolic line in the sand That I have drawn to mark the limit Of my tolerance and patience. The infrequent times that I, or others, Have over-stepped that line Are occasions of regret. They signify a loss of control by me Or a misunderstanding by others Of…
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How To Approach
How To Approach An open hand, palm up, no sudden moves, Show no fear, Eyes cast down, head bowed and a gentle aspect Disarming initial fears with a universal gesture That says “I am no threat”. A hushed and gentle voice Offering low and calming assurances Conveying intention by tone alone. Always alert for signs…
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Sin & Stones
Without Sin & First Stones Let those who are without “stones” Cast the first “sin”. A curious but accurate assessment. A corollary that is true in both directions. With no courage of convictions Nor firm ground to anchor values, The morally and ethically weak Are among the first to point fingers At those who wander…
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All That Remain
All That Remain For most of my days music sustained me. It comforted me, it punished me. It inspired me and tortured me. A constant struggle to master the notes And bring them to impossible perfection. It was something to anchor my wayward soul And channel a driving urge to create. Physical demands and limitations Imposed…
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Chanters At The Table
Chanters At The Table Learn the tunes Burn rhythm and tempo into your brain Perfect the birls and strikes Crunluaths, cuts, grips and throws. Make your mistakes here Not on the field before the judges. The PM is tolerant at the table, Patient here but not forever. On the field another standard reigns, One that…
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