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Awaiting Moon Glow

moon glows brightly on this march eve
as if it’s a finger tickle away
.
i shall nudge it’s dry cratered skin
as moondust fills the air i breathe
.
i will make a wish
for things like this don’t happen every month,
in fact,
this moon
brings in spring’s entrance
.
i’m only hoping, the bounty of gaia’s seedlings
will grab enough dirt
to grow food
to feed
those in need,
like in japan
where the land’s barren sustenance has been
poisoned
.

© dld march 19, 2011

for The Muse Is In

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Facing The Demons That Lurk Up The Ladder, Step One

Climbing into the darkness. 
That’s how it always starts. 
I don’t know where I was beforehand,
 and I don’t know why I am pursuing that space above. 
My climb up always starts with ease and determination in step.
Right, left, right, left, right until I am left at the top rung. 
I hesitate.
.

That’s what I do when I’m uncertain of what to do next,
 of whether or not I should continue my march up. 
All I am sure of is the darkness, it is everywhere. 
Even when I’m not looking, I sense the chill
 and heaviness presses on my lungs. 
The chill that envelopes and squeezes. 
I don’t like the feelings I have here. 
.

I hesitate with trepidation, for myself and for what will become of me
 when I step beyond that which I am able to see. 
Progress can only be made when movement is forward,
 or to that place of unknowns in the dark. 
Progress can only be made when progression is achieved
over doing nothing,
but hesitate. 
.

It is a more complex entity, that space. 
It presents more to chew on. 
If you are hungry enough, you will forge your self, your feet, your mark. 
Moving on is not scarey, but entering a room,
 when before, I was only climbing up to an unknown, unseen space.
It is unexpected, and foreign and presents it’s own set of things to understand. 
.

I have gotten this far, yes, so I suck up all strengths that I once had 
and climb into that room. .

I stand alone,
.

as though a spotlight highlights my entry. 
Can it be sensed that I am filled with apprehension? 
Can it be that obvious?
 The light points out the fact that I am sweating. 
 The light shows that I am ill-at-ease.
.

I go no further and stand alone in a room filled with fear.
.

My fear to climb.
 Not a fear of darkness.
.

I am afraid to better myself, to go up,
 to grow.
I am afraid of success, afraid
to succeed at being anything that is different than how I am now,
 a mediocre bystander in the dark
 in a room filled with my fears.
.

.
-dld january last, 2011, and there will never be another
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ThinkingTen – On Location, Mondays: In a room filled with fear.

State of The State, This January Day

Nothing had changed,
but everything seemed different.
Colours marked the shoreline
in vibrant sunlight hues,
only then, they shown against
a blanket of winter’s white
an absence of urgency
to find time.
.

Nothing had changed,
but somehow it had.
Those dime-store quick fixes
were plumb out of remedy.
Grown of necessity
only a pilgrimage’s guidance
could offer hope
to finding new ground,
a new context
for amassing a new regime.
.

It has been three years
Since the party of choice began their march,
only three years to make a mark
of difference,
but the only difference I see,
is how much we have not learned
from our past.
And how much more
we only need time to mark the new beginning
we so wished to start
anew,
against this new winter’s white hue.
.

-dld January 25, 2011-
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T10 – Take it Away, Tuesday:
Nothing had changed.