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\n What\u2019s wrong with me? I\u2019ve been asking myself this all week.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it\u2019s summer, silly, and I'm in classes!

A typical summer would find me tanned, sunburned, greased and unkempt, like a happy, sandy, beach hobo, my hair would be either braided or left fly-about to tangle into cotton candy wads.

My bf Peter\u2019s learned to like fine restaurants (You\u2019re welcome). I\u2019d have never left the beach on my own.
\u201cThey can bring us anything,\u201d I\u2019d argue, looking up pitiably from my shaded, Tropitone lounge chair.

Around sundown, Peter would have to catch me, slippery oiled and brown, to comb me out and scrub me before dinner.
\u201cGet dressed!\u201d he\u2019d encourage, picking out a dress suitable for dining or casino wear - \u201cI made us a reservation.\u201d

I\u2019d come out of the en-suite in my fluffy, Versace, terry towel but invariably, before I was even dry,\u00a0\u00a0Peter would shake his head, growl and say, \u201cCom-mere,\u201d holding his arms out a little, palms up
(he\u2019s never been very verbose), and smirking a little, I would, because his expression reminded me of Christmas.
\u201cWhat about our reservation?\u201d I\u2019d chuckle.

This was, of course, a volunteer situation, where it was up to us all to do our best.
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Songs for thus:
Girls On the Beach by Carter Cathcart
Wouldn't It Be Nice by Papa Doo Run Run
Please Let Me Wonder by Carter Cathcart
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\n BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/01/25:
Verbose = using too many words to convey a point.\n
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\n The Art of Conversation\n
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\n Cutting through the canvas of silence,
you present as a practiced painter,
laying out all your lines
with deliberate ease.

Each stroke
of your tongue
frames intention
with perfect dimension,
while this pause
signals invitation
for interpretation.

But the shapes your lips make,
collapse with your features,
and I\u2019m left unsure of your tone.
I can't gauge your reaction,
but it dictates my next word.

Your brushstrokes fall faster
than I\u2019m able to sift through
my archives of memory,
searching for something
that might help me relate.

I inventory my pallet of words
But the pigments are dull
And their boundaries blended.
I try to string together a response,
But the art of conversation
is lost on me.
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\n Penned Another One\n
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\n I\u2019ve got plenty of ink, it\u2019s my paper that\u2019s shot
I can only write a few words, that\u2019s all I got
Quick to write, slow to understand
I\u2019ve got a fast mind and a slow hand

I had to scratch out some lines
I was trying to find some rhymes
But now it\u2019s over, I think I\u2019m done
Looks like I penned another one
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\n I've been working on my Poet Lament volumes. This is out of #4. Hope you like it.\n
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\n We Will Always Find Our Way\n
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\n We venture forth
into the inky black
of the unknown\u2014
hand in hand,
into a darkness so deep
we can\u2019t always
see one another\u2019s faces.

But the touch\u2014
that gentle certainty\u2014
remains.

Your hand in mine,
mine in yours.
A silent promise
threaded through
tense fingers
and quiet breath.

We are not alone.

Even when
complete blackness
wraps the world
and sight abandons us,
we do not falter.

We walk in unison,
blinded yet
bound by something
stronger than light:
faith.

Faith
that even adrift,
we will always
drift
toward the same shore.

That our steps,
though unsure,
are attuned
to the same places\u2014
to the quiet gravity
of home.

We will always
find our way.

Home
is where
we are
together.
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\n To Live\n
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\n To start living,
you have to shake off the dust of yesterday
and refuse to let it define you.
We are not our failures, we are not our mistakes.
We are not our incomplete sentences or lost words.
We are our future,
shining bright.

-Rhia Clay
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\n Mary's Glen\n
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\n wind through the willows.

bird song trilling
from where time is the silence
falling into the valley.

sunlight beneath the leaves.
the grass bends from where you lay.
foxglove gentle and blooming in your eyes.

each step
slow and certain.
i fall into your open arms.

love rests here, among the moss and mist.
the trees, the sky, the flowers
know our first kiss.

and the wind through the trees\u00a0\u00a0
whistles every mystery gone.

we sigh the words we were always meant to say.

clouds may wander blue sky
but love stays
sure and stubborn
pressing white petals always in our hearts.
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\n When It's my time\n
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\n When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?

The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look

No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain

I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight

Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow

So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death
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\n Fingers of my heart\n
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\n I held your love
with the fingers of my heart
I tattooed the promise
to all my tomorrows
across my back to be carried for eternity
. . . where are you now ?

It takes forever for distant stars to burn my lips
There is no mercy found on the floorboards that walk across my kiss
. . . where are they now ?

Remember how the needles of time stitched the nights together ?
How easy does the fabric of love become unentwined
. . .\u00a0\u00a0remember ?
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