Struggle (Page 8)

Shadows on a wall, cast by people walking by. Abstract silhouettes amongst large wooden beams.

the long night (a poem)

filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring

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A bearded young man with long hair, tan pants and lined coat, sits on a brick-paved walkway, holding a blue and white striped paper cup, and a cardboard sign with the inscription 'Homeless and hungry.' People in winter clothing walk past.

“It is what it is.” (thoughts)

“It is what it is” applies to:

…a rainy day.
…when you forget the lyrics to a song.
…getting a hole in your sock.

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An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.

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Children, young people, and seniors—8 in all—sit on swings and smile.

Perspectives (thoughts)

Incredible stories come from people of all ages.

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The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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A close-up of a sinister-looking man's face, with cracked skin and purple-blue eyes.

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.

Fear makes people see things.

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Cracked sidewalk concrete with a woman's fist breaking through from below.

Hell & Back (an acrostic poem)

He has a way of
exploiting my weakness

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A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked,
“How does this song make you feel?”

(107 words)

[read]
. . .

Deadvlei in the first light of the sunrise. A white clay floor, a large orange-pink dune, and an old acacia tree. An African landscape from Sossusvlei, Namib Desert, Namibia, Southern Africa. Red sand floor backed by the biggest sand dune in the world.

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.

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burning orange candles close up (Image: Ivan Kmit)

We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.

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Struggle (Page 8)

the long night (a poem)

“It is what it is.” (thoughts)

We have lots of time (a poem)

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Hell & Back (an acrostic poem)

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

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