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 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
The Present
Is a gift
To unwrap
Slowly
Carefully
Not to ruin the paper
But to save it for later
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Feel
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Present and calm
Hopeful and well
As for the future
Time will tell
There is the ancient story of a shepherd boy
whose king outfitted him with armor
to ready him for the challenges of the day
and the boy could not walk
so he threw off the armor
picked up his sling
and tended his father’s flock
with peace and joy freely erupting in song.

My armor is not wealth or wit
I cannot make myself fit
into the current conventions and hype
trying to conform to the normal type
stops up the energies that yearn to flow
freely and gleefully and urge me to go
to the dawn, darkness, clouds and sun
to wrap myself in words that run
like sparkling streams
and windswept dreams.

Poetry is my armor for each day
where worries and problem allay
where I search my feelings and mind
for the word elixir loosening knots that bind.
This armor does not weigh me down
but frees me to my triggering town
where I find and create the poet me
and the landscape of my soul’s poetry.
My favorite book about writing poetry is one by Richard Hugo, Triggering Town where he says, “Your triggering subjects are those that ignite your need for words. When you are honest to your feel¬ings, that triggering town chooses you. Your words used your way will generate your meanings. Your obsessions lead you to your vocabulary. Your way of writing locates, even creates, your inner life. The relation of you to your language gains power. The relation of you to the triggering subject weakens.”
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Just three lines
Can make you fiend
For one more
..........
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Thinking
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
I do not have all of the answers
To life’s mysteries
Profound or minuscule
They are mine to ponder
I allow my mine to wonder
However it may not define
More will be revealed in time
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
I pray to God for a solution
My patience has no end
With each second I am stronger
In my refusal to give in
No longer reliant on his execution
My faith shall not bend
God’s gift is retribution
For my sin
The presence of a challenge
My prayers unanswered
Yet still
I win
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Hush
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Quiet, it is night time
My mind wishes not to be stirred
By notions which unnerve
It is the time for relaxation
Not emotions’ swirling vexation
I wish not to be jolted by such thought
Calm is what I ought to keep
As I am lulled softly to sleep
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
Sometimes the words I say
Have a tendency to push you away
But if my heart could speak
It would say you give me strength
Without you I’m weak
All of my power
Is at it’s very peak
When I am beside you
My protector
My rock of solid gold
You are my truth
Told
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
LAF
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
LAF
Love
Accept
Forgive
 Jan 2021 Ian spaeth
Viola
I follow you
Down the winding roads
of withered pines
Through the changing weather
Of seasons passing in time
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