A formal parade,
Solemn and steady;
A duet of trumpets,
Strong and sweet;
A blast of rifles,
Stark and strident.
A lazy morning,
Still and sleepy;
A bar and grill,
Strong and spicy;
A gathering of friends,
Smiling and sunny.
A day of remembrance:
A day off work:
A ritual for lost:
A welcome for summer.
A starkly flipping coin –
The remnants of the fight:
The reason for fighting.
When mind and heart war,
No amount of reason,
No mountain of evidence
Can surmount one ounce
Of emotion’s armory.
Life’s puzzle door:
You slide pieces here,
Make room there.
Some shift them easily
Into obvious spots,
Completed in one go.
Some shift again and again
Into different arrangements,
Using different strategies,
Never quite getting to
A happy whole.
Words striking a chord –
Old, comfortable friends
Never heard before
So familiar when said.
A trick of the mind,
A wish of the soul –
Not particularly kind,
Calling parts to a whole
Easy or impossible?
X-ray of the future or
Predetermined failure?
External pressures,
Constantly applied by
Those we like and love (or
At least imagined so) or
Truly personal goals?
Inspiration or prison:
One or both can be true.
Now, then, or later –
Save what you choose.
So many small pressures
Added unobtrusively
Over time, unnoticed
So many small cracks,
Patched constantly,
Over time, unending
So many small pressures
Released suddenly,
At once, incredible
So many small cracks
Revealed completely,
At once, unmistakable
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