Registration photo of Greg Friedman for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Reunion

Friends from another
reality circle back
laughter’s never stopped

Registration photo of PBSartist for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

when simply joy

the deeper side of happy
lingered the entire time
waiting  knowing  more than I
this was not the reality
to get through it would eventuate
and there  a day would be in which  the sun upon the tall dewed clover 
would alert everyone to the reality of its permeation 

Registration photo of L. Coyne for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

20/25 Vision

If 20/20 hindsight
Relies on understanding
Human greed
And cruelty
And accepting such as never-changing truth
Then I don’t want a new prescription.

Let me stay in a world with vision blurred
By the remembered softness of a helping hand
And the bravery that dares to hope
For a kinder tomorrow.

Registration photo of Wayne for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Five Years

Would have been a weekend job
Just five years ago.
Work ethic would have kicked into overdrive
For both of us.

Worked long hours into the night,
Cutting wood,
Building shelving,
Installing cabinets.

A small remodeling project
Would have been finished like
A TV series binge-watched
On Netflix.

The difference five years can make.
We seem, we feel, much older.
That work-ethic sags under the weight
Of tired bodies and a demand for naps
That was not there five years ago.

It may take two weeks
Instead of two or three days.
Maybe longer.
Plus, it depends upon what is streaming
On Britbox.

Registration photo of S.L.Bradley for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Missing pieces

Always one step forward two steps back
forever missing pieces of my heart
wish it didn’t hurt
distractions help a little
fighting 
crying 
living 
dying
nothing seems right
a place of my own 
when will it feel like home 
missing pieces everywhere
 
once again life is unfair
how many times does one soul 
need to live the lessons it already knows
wandering
looking
searching
hoping
for those missing pieces to return
to fill the void
 
I stumble upon the sweetest church
welcoming me 
I sit and pray 
I pray for peace 
I pray for healing and forgiveness
someday, maybe someday 
I won’t feel so lost and alone.
 just maybe my missing pieces will come home. 
 
 
Registration photo of Louise Tallen for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Morning Routine While Waiting for the Apocalypse

Start coffee, feed cats, 
Stand at the counter drinking coffee
While 
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Through the headlines, wondering whether

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Poem

You don’t know him

The way I knew him
his big broad smile, his touch
his crinkly blue eyes
his baritone voice, his strut
his kindness, his love, his kiss. 

Registration photo of Linda Meg Frith for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

A Space of Twenty Years

The last time I saw you,a dinner
at my bungalow, the neighbor’s cat
was already scratching at my door,
begging for the salmon on the grill
You were with my friend, your wife,
we were aware of the shadow
of cancer. but she was talking
about law school, briefs and how
justice is best served swiftly.

I made Greek salad because Christy
introduced me to feta cheese and I
couldn’t get enough of it, or her,
the way she relished everything,
the way she looked at you.

You were my friend first, we had
that instant Aries connection, but shy,
unlike most fire signs. We talked for hours,
sometimes without words, saying I know
before anything was said.

I moved to New Mexico.
Christy succumbed to cancer,
You buried yourself in your grief.
Time passed, as only time
can do. We lost touch,
justice took a wrong turn.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Poem

Fleeble

Fleeble
Flobble
Gleeble
Globble

Beeble
Bobble
Seeble
Sobble

Deeble
Dobble
Reeble
Robble

People
Topple
Stable
Marble

Registration photo of Laverne Zabielski for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Reflecting on Actions

    Writing Practice, January 4, 2005    
    Gail, Steve, Leatha

We are reflecting on our actions

thinking about what we’ve done 

we are doing this in the form of writing.

 

In my element

I am steeped in deep dialogue 

where I always want to be

where I went in all my affairs   

I sink my teeth in, dig in 

I go to work.

 

We are reflecting on our actions 

considering caution

I am reading bell hooks 

in her teaching she discovered

she could not please everyone, a goal

I, too, want to give up

and, yet, it repeatedly reappears

I want to give up

being white and having to say it right 

I want fearlessly

to continue exploration

I am where I’ve always wanted to be.