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 Jan 2023 sofolo
Maddy
Indefatigable defines me and many others in different ways
Comfortable in my skin now
Respecting myself and others
You don't take yourself seriously but you take seriously what you do
The the way you live in this world
Sometimes listening very carefully works wonders
So does keeping still and taking it all in
Moving forward that is what"s planned
Finding time to sit in parks or beaches
Feeding squirrels and wildlife
Letting it all go by with great appreciation and respect

C@rainbowchaser 2023
 Jan 2023 sofolo
wes parham
You wrote a letter, it had to be,
Your merest whim and dearest thought.
I found it clever, you have to see, going
Out on a limb where the true battle’s fought.

We sorely wished and ached to know,
You shared a life, I shared one, too.
The seeds we sow and hope to grow,
‘Till vines cross the boundaries of me,
(And you…)

Forging a future in distant foundries,
Life and love make a space for you.
Our lives, as such, the liminal boundaries,
Our love, of course, the glue.
A riff on some concepts about getting acquainted through writing and the attempts to make real human connections.  The third stanza came first, created spontaneously (and perhaps a little abstractly…!) as a comment on a fellow poet’s work here on HP.  They suggested I extrapolate.  Here’s a hastily constructed extrapolation for Kim.
 Jan 2023 sofolo
wes parham
Gently... exhale , now,
Breathe out, but slow,
And I sink, if only a bit.
Down into the sea, but never in fear,
Though flat on my back in the vastness of it.

Gently... inhale,
Never panic, never rush,
Only trust, and the rise of my chest, but slow,
Only faith in the physics of fluids and mass,
And I rise again, safe from the depths below.

I rise again, safe, at the interface,
My lips welcome air from the edge of the blue,
My ears hear the sea, still muted and mingled,
With the sound of a voice, and a heartbeat, too.
A comfort, a terror, both in the same,
My regular gentle reminder of how,
The world cannot touch me from there,
In the past.

The sea touches all of me, here,

And right now.
( see also, "the water was a woman" )
I do so love to float in water, "flat on my back in the vastness"...  If you fully exhale, then you sink like a rock, but with some air inside, you can bob like a cork.  It's meditative and centering, finding this balance between life-giving air and the drowning depths of that which, paradoxically, makes life here possible.  But, hey- don't over-think it.  : )
 Jan 2023 sofolo
Eshwara Prasad
All feelings are out of date.
The year alone is new.
The aches are all very old.
The year alone is new.
The dreams are all outdated.
The year alone is new.
Every wish is out of date.
The year alone is new.
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