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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
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    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2017-04-11T16:47:32Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:725139</id>
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    <title>Poem - In the Bloom</title>
    <published>2017-04-11T16:47:32Z</published>
    <updated>2017-04-11T16:47:32Z</updated>
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    <category term="spring"/>
    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">The poem “In the Bloom” was written for a contest with the subject of “Spring”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gods are with us in the bloom&lt;br /&gt;as the earth unwinds from sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak of two, can you guess&lt;br /&gt;whom I refer in these lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door to depths opens forth&lt;br /&gt;a beauty steps onto the earth&lt;br /&gt;no longer dwelling at Hade's side&lt;br /&gt;in view of men she'll now reside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small seeds were her downfall&lt;br /&gt;now they're blessed to bloom the earth&lt;br /&gt;the fallow field is borne again&lt;br /&gt;as are the beast and man the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not alone in her reign&lt;br /&gt;a man of the woods is seen to play&lt;br /&gt;asking all to join the hunt&lt;br /&gt;be it for meat or pleasure's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the empty spaces must be filled&lt;br /&gt;a flute may sound to stir the will&lt;br /&gt;embrace the stalks that sprout to hand&lt;br /&gt;finding succor where life was bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring's guides are here finally&lt;br /&gt;as dark of winter is put to rest&lt;br /&gt;the wheel has turned at long last&lt;br /&gt;do you know the gods I've written bout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170411.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=725139" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:721966</id>
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    <title>Poem - Live Again</title>
    <published>2017-04-01T14:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2017-04-01T14:46:19Z</updated>
    <category term="depression"/>
    <category term="spring"/>
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    <content type="html">The first line of “Live Again” took inspiration from the first line of T.S. Eliot’s, “The Burial of the Dead”.  Some people are cruelly inflicted by seasonal affective disorder (SAD) during the winter months.  Other people revel in the relative gloom.  I’m in the latter camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is the cruelest month&lt;br /&gt;harbinger of the newborne land &lt;br /&gt;with the hand of sun above&lt;br /&gt;seasons turn against my will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March cracked the door, now all’s lost&lt;br /&gt;the cold rains and the snow&lt;br /&gt;are no more to chill my soul&lt;br /&gt;given over to warmth’s embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relentless nursemaid of rebirth&lt;br /&gt;asking all to live once more&lt;br /&gt;when all I want is to die&lt;br /&gt;lay on the earth evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green where the gray once ruled&lt;br /&gt;this was the parlor replaced by greed&lt;br /&gt;of the mercies I’d reject&lt;br /&gt;if choice were mine to apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was unbidden by my heart&lt;br /&gt;asking more than I can find&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it will pass while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;or must I wake to live again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170401.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=721966" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:499725</id>
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    <title>Poem - Swing Spring</title>
    <published>2015-02-21T04:20:35Z</published>
    <updated>2015-02-21T04:20:35Z</updated>
    <category term="swing"/>
    <category term="adult"/>
    <category term="poem"/>
    <category term="spring"/>
    <dw:mood>amused</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">I wanted to do a poem about the heart, but I got sidelined by reading about the importance of the springs used with swings.  Oh my... and a poem was inspired.  I'll do the heart thing another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Spring&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 050 – 20150220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning my friend,&lt;br /&gt;from the discrete purveyors,&lt;br /&gt;swing springs&lt;br /&gt;are not just for suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncy bouncy,&lt;br /&gt;it is just great fun,&lt;br /&gt;but it has a reason too,&lt;br /&gt;so let's stay in the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to stop slowly,&lt;br /&gt;stretch 4 to 6 inches,&lt;br /&gt;than to stop suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and risk dire injury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and steady,&lt;br /&gt;the spring is the cause,&lt;br /&gt;rhythmic motions&lt;br /&gt;with no jars or jolts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So install the magical thing,&lt;br /&gt;that wonderful spring,&lt;br /&gt;it is there for your safety,&lt;br /&gt;so says your friend Abby!&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=499725" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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