Poetric

Consider It

Is it okay to use this CRM tool to keep up with friends?

I mean it feels a little gross, but here they are excited to write about all of the happenings in their world.

How can that be a bad thing? Would they be offended if they learned that me being considerate may have just been me doing what the software told me to do?

Or is it remarkable that I took the time to enter their name in the software in the first place?

Would they be annoyed when they learned that I had others on a three-month schedule? After all it's been years.

Why would they care? What's their schedule? Is it in their brain and lost to other things like work and worries?

No reason to concern myself with this stuff. Just keep in touch and hope those other folks are enjoying the conversation.

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In the Dark

SnAp.

And now I’m here With the breathing next room The creaks in deep winter

Mind processing Something interesting Not urgent

It cannot slow Perpetual motion Uninterruptible

Turn it into a gift Write it down Rest again when allowed

Actually amazing Stop to think Even sleep

Ideas appreciated All accepted Unconscious

Thankfully This time Also

AlSo

All

So.

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Kind, Curious, and Courageous

They grow up so fast Personalities forming, changing daily Blossom like spring flowers

Risking as a thing it isn't Falling head first to the ground Laughing at the pain

Five minutes every day Absorbing the things around Joyfully explaining them all

Others above self Disappointed, but only slightly Excited for you

Powerful respect

Substantial learning

Remarkable choices

Here's to the future Wherever it leads Until the leaves fall

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under, thrust, harbor, wind, prance, fall

Into the harbor leaves fall Becoming boats, floating to destinations Unknown to our eyes, passengers of fortune

The movements random, with prance and thrust Wind took them here Wind will take them there Or keep bringing them back Eddies of their unwritten future

They float atop the current Until they become saturated with life Resting under the the water, the sky

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The One That Got Away

I did not know him I mean, if you showed me a picture But that's about it

Grieving with you seems to be something I should do out of respect I can collect the empathy, but cannot muster the sympathy

He was fifteen years older than me We did not gather by the time I had memories If I remind you of that, it will only make the pain more acute

So I play the game of pretending my feelings are not normal

It is so sad He was in such pain What a nice man I will miss him

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Perhaps

The snow falls fake Flakes nearly falling up The drive was like eyes closed

Maybe we’ve each been so close to death a hundred times without even knowing it and we aren’t thankful because we’re unaware and if we had any idea we would probably pray daily out of thankfulness to all the gods from then to now

There’s the turn No others around That I saw

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