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we lerned how to play,
one letter at a time or
they gets stuck.

badly.
 Jun 26 Traveler
Caits
you loved me for my innocence
my light
my newness

and like looking back on faded pictures
i sit shaking my head
at how little she knew
and that I wish I could bottle her fearless
trust

but god I can’t blame you
for loving a force of nature

because for all of it
you held her as best as you could

with terror in your eyes and trembles in your hands
that she’d leave

because she was too young to read the signs
and so she cries all the way home
to me

flipping through poems
and what I thought love only was
 Jun 26 Traveler
1DNA
~
When light falls
To horizon’s brink,
Brave legacies rise
From the darkest ink.

When all is dark,
And gold weeps bleak,
Abysmal words
Reflect what we seek.

~
I finally got it in italics!
 Jun 24 Traveler
Ken Pepiton
Un trial
begun wise

as a man thinks
so is he

as a tree grows, just so.

Seek first the order,
center out, or edge in,
bottom up, top down

thinking, seeking lost
reason, lost balance on
pivot jewel catchments,

chthonic coordinated response,
time
light, and light alone, physical
touch
line upon line, patient, waiting

for the forgotten first word.
Whole verses formed during the struggle to rise two hours early, lost
before the first word hit the screen
 Jun 24 Traveler
Cné
From a distance, she gazes with a sigh,
At the man by the sea, a captivating sight.
Lost in thought, he searches deep inside,
For the truth of who he’s meant to be,
and the path he’ll choose to ride.

She lifts a hand, a hesitant wave,
Like the ocean’s gentle touch
on the shore’s soft cave.
Yet doubt creeps in, as she questions her move,
Should she approach, or quietly slip away,
and let him find his groove?

The ocean’s vastness mirrors
her own uncertainty,
As she weighs the risk of reaching out,
and the comfort of anonymity.
For now, she stands, frozen in contemplation,
Torn between connection and solitude’s liberation.
I wrote an abbreviated version of this poem a few years ago and in rereading it, was inspired to add more.
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