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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2015-07-03T13:09:53Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - Mirrors</title>
    <published>2015-07-03T13:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2015-07-03T13:09:53Z</updated>
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    <category term="year of poetry"/>
    <dw:mood>accomplished</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">At the beginning of July I am at the half-way point on my year of poetry.  The goal of producing at least one poem a day has become a journey of shared exploration.  I have given myself permission to both share and to act as a mirror to others.  So much of life happens below the surface and behind the scenes.  Where will the second half of the year go?  I look forward to us continuing the poetic voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 184 – 20150703&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of poetry at the middle mark,&lt;br /&gt;one a day with compliment bonuses,&lt;br /&gt;a life revealed in stanza's breath.&lt;br /&gt;Styles may change from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;free form and then lyrical,&lt;br /&gt;a life made accessible to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I speak of others or myself?&lt;br /&gt;The larger world is inspiration&lt;br /&gt;as I explore the part known as me.&lt;br /&gt;Have I revealed too much there?&lt;br /&gt;Reading between the lines may confuse,&lt;br /&gt;as I show myself to those who see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors looking for a viewer,&lt;br /&gt;ready to reveal the secrets&lt;br /&gt;of readers with soul similar.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation to those who browse&lt;br /&gt;expressions of disparate themes,&lt;br /&gt;hope, love, despair, lust, awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has connected us, you and I,&lt;br /&gt;spilled ink read is a common thread&lt;br /&gt;revealing how alike we are.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway there through time's steady march,&lt;br /&gt;I can only ask that you read on,&lt;br /&gt;as I speak to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=541784" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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