Category: Reena X
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Welcomings
Lost in the woodsI spy the doorfrom a recurring dreama warm glow tuckedbetween outstretched surface rootsfor no such treeI’ve known ever beforethe forest breathes, listenthe breeze says you’renot lost, you’re herewelcoming love all aroundlet it find you. Pingback to Reena’s Xplore Tip of a pen to On Being Project!
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Another Doorway
Crystallized memories;movie theateraisle lightingthe filmyour life,coming previewscola commercialsthen youplease lookstage leftanother doorway – clear getaway .
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Ghost-busting
I was five, I said no,I don’t want his name behind my name.As if I sensed what was to come.But the tree was rooted, or rather re-rooted.And I grew therebyproving perhaps his parenthood.Uglier then uglier versions of me,on me like a cheap suit.Then you don’t rise from asheswithout having been in the fire.My spirit surviving […]
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Waiting
Eyes watching waiting, your eyes and me waitingfor the sun to rise or burn away. Triptych to Reena’s X Hat tip to LIEWEC
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Major Tidings
Is that me? Looking back at me.Or have the dog days come early?Defending the garden against snakes, weasels, demons.Hearken the diamond at infinity’s stellar core.Make your stand in the luminous universe.Mystery awaits within mystery, quod erat demonstrandum.And a dream within all our dreams. See the riddle at Reena’s Place
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Terror
The drama underlying traumasmiles pulled by stringsI bought the ticketto this horror showagain but this timethey can’t fool meI’m exiting stage right…after the second act. Exploration at Reena’s Place
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Rebirth
Hazy memories, hazy path aheadmap marked with isolines delineatingthe drop to rock bottomblurry hachures I don’t recallstumbling over, was that me? Aimless, desultory, miscellaneous, random, pointlessleading to me here and nowdoing the next good thingarising is day by dayeventual realization in an instant. Taste a brand new day at RXC #236
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Live Full
Angular distance betweenbeginning and endingour forebears watchamused perhaps orbeaming us loveas we unerringlymake their mistakesover and again. Firing up my synapses for RXC 235
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Isolation, Communication, Conversations
Over ridges folds sands of memorieswithin time’s machine I reinvent myselfI was loved and I lovedthen abused by intent, by indifferenceconnections seal moments eternal in amberwhile goodness taken for granted failshow good we had it thenbut I barely knew the differenceI reach now, will you back? RXC #234
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They Said You’ve Changed
By the old beach housethe soft sand reminds uswho is stronger over time. Prompt of the Week from:
Artie & Stu 