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The obvious
        isn't exciting
        people choose
        the nebulous-

       facts are boring
       rumours they prefer
        of truth they
        really don't care-

        the thing is there
        to see they don't bother
        it interests them not
        the scene they just pass over-

        the logic of reason
        they deliberately ignore
        so obstinate are they
        and know not their delusion
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning

It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws

What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse

What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement


We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
.
Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 12/27/24:
Feisty = a lively aggressiveness
Even genius knows not itself
and alas ! poor and paltry me
with my so limited knowledge
how could I move to the next level?
When I disappear,
don’t look for me
underneath the skies.
Don’t you know that
the stars get tired too?
Just for a little longer,
please grant me the night
to rest my eyes.
Be kind, be kind,
Be what you were meant to be
Be you.
Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loosen your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis
After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave
Written 3-9-23
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