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Sleep, Alarm Snooze, sleep...
Alarm Alarm, Snooze Snooze, ugh...
Alarm, Oh Shit, Life!

Syllable count rule:
Utterly irrelevant?
Generates focus!

water pushed through seed,
turbulent crema rises
briefly, then consumed

baby blue tea set
horse sits patiently for more
forgotten, she waits.

Nothingness, flowing
Hands moving, thoughtless progress
Peace amidst chaos

Empty coffeehouse
Machine hiss, ice drops, blender whirls
A new dawn approaches

Huge humans hold hands
Softly, sound sleep sinks slowly
Cult classics calm kid

The burnout is real
Motivation is waning
Constant activeness

Days sliced to pieces
None enough to accomplish
Any goal worth while

Crowded room, eyes closed
Amidst chaos, a moment
Ah, tranquility.

Straw bonds bind against
Progress, requires action
Merely active faith.

Mist over the pond
Eagle interrupted glares
Breaking of dawn | peace

Donated lampposts
Light shed on such history
You will never share

Lazy turtle head
Floating still atop the pond
Mocking my effort

Cool crisp calm morning
Sun peaking from behind clouds
A new beginning

Teens sit, time wasted
Bureaucracy on display
Every Monday mourn

Wispy plastic sheet
floating free amongst the cars...
CAUGHT! Dons steam disguise.

A lazy day at work
A day for contemplation
A chance to refresh

nearly naked limbs
spread arms spring color sprinkles
mystical milieu

Stillness is the key
Irrelevant is the door
Everything is now

Sweetness verbalized:
"Mommy, I'm playing coffee-shop!"
Empress in training.

Holding tightly on
Trust evolved over decades,
Reinforced daily.

Week four, weakening
Fifty done, forming challenge
Momentum, molehill

Prosperity; Work
Normalized; Giants' Shoulders
Peace Era; Hard-Won.

What good can be done?
The main question required
to make life better.

"Just" a "normal" day:
Went to work, hung out with friends
Evening filled with talk

Mist fills the valleys
Flowers pop: comfrey, Iris
Magical morning.

Spending energy
Nothing at all accomplished
Children making friends

Drip drop water splats
Birds chirping, flitting, singing
Moment of stillness

In her arms, relaxed
After all our trials, still
Twenty-six great years

Awake! Thunderstorm.
Cozy warm under covers
Don't wanna get up...

Grain elevator
Easily mistaken for
Farm-town church steeple

YEAH! WOO-FREAKIN-HOO!!!
Thirty April days, each one
A written poem