connecting, then collaborating,

various truths, one will abide.

What views, when seen

produce the previously hidden result.

but on a different plane

it is understood and, moreover,

it will be felt.

Yes, you.

You’re the one.

Harmoniously

Arousing

Motley

Emissaries

Languishing

Empathy

Observant

Noddy

Empty faces

upon my return.

Sitting tight

waiting with all

my might

to turn empty faces

Back toward those

small places.

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Filed under: at home--outside, winter in Alaska, with family Tagged: 2011, christmas tree, end of the year, fire, new beginnings ]]> http://ananchorage.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/is-it-time-to-pass-the-torch/feed/ 1 whimsyrighthere http://ananchorage.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/a-wind-blew-through/ http://ananchorage.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/a-wind-blew-through/#comments Fri, 30 Dec 2011 01:30:59 +0000 whimsyrighthere http://ananchorage.wordpress.com/?p=2635 ]]> and it had something to say.

I believe it whispered

It made me shiver

to hear what it had to say.

A wind blew through

and tried to tell me what to do.

It said make a choice

that choice will see you through.

A wind blew through

and I brushed it away.

I was tired, too tired

To float with such a breeze today.

the truth needs to be told,

harassment they say,

You should not be so bold.

Children are harmed,

Money is stolen

Records are written

falsification to create a record swollen.

Say Nothing, not I

Say Nothing out of fear?

Fear what?

Fear whom?

Time is drawing near

That is all I hear.

Deceptive in appearance,

turning ’round  a different face.

Bricks and mortar,

lining up to bring about.

Coming in…going out

some of a lifetime is left to shout.

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