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© 2021 by DC Lessoway
poem
Dauntless
so often we seek light
where better, grander ideas lay
where a bold Sol grants clarity
still, too, solicit shadowed corners
there, secluded riches await, affixed
mine trauma, release truths, cleanse
light or shadow, when confronted
will whither to your rooted power
bringing luminosity in night, shade in day
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Yeah, it Hurts, I’ll get Over it, Again
low ebb comes, again
my sword, shield against
dragging hurt, out of reach
comes cyclical thoughts
not good enough, not good enough
not good enough, not good enough
not good enough, not good enough
till comes a realization, late, so always late
like a dish accidentally pushed to the floor
you think, “why didn’t I see that?”
comes, comes, comes
this thought, this meditation, this intention
fuck you
fuck you this hurt
fuck you these tears
fuck you this insecurity
fuck you this deep-seated
self-anger of “I’m not good enough!”
fuck you, I’m going to do my best
if others don’t like it, not my business
fuck you, this hurt
fuck you
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Lest we forget (War, what is it good for?)
governments quarrel, bicker
to war, to war, comes a cry
not of you, or I, but of those
protected by cannon fodder
for pride of country!
sacrificing women, men
for the safety of our citizens
on the other side of the world!
as a blood spattered child, alone
weeps for his parents
© by DC Lessoway
Young Once
faintly in memory
I’ve retained this moment
of a child yet found
Shade
hidden, midst subdivision’s
sprawl, mingling stones
scoured by yammering brook
a peaceful place
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Dance Hall
salt stained boards
long ago trod, in
joy, fused with music
laughter leading to love’s
caper in summer’s night
dream
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Heaven’s Dance
of ice clinging to
winging dust, fleeting in
duration, immense in breadth
gaze gravitates upward
in repose
each eye deduces its own
horse, spider, swimmer
according to each state
of being
mine own mind alights
upon memories of ancient
cave paintings of people’s
long ago
perhaps, they too
saw in the sky
their own joy
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Heaven/Hell
it’s been, always, there
an aspiration to fly, above
Earth’s curve
till azure, turns inky, till
am able to palm the spheroid, till
this ache, fear, isolation are but
remote notions of those
down there
down there
hell we’ve fashioned after
clawing at one another’s eyes
being better at being better than
the other, the other we’ve
become
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