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They say wisdom is the gift of pain,
The lesson learned from what has been lost or gained.
The knowledge of the path that's a person once lead.
The thoughts engraved like a chisel to stone. Laying deep within our head.
My knowledge, experience my wisdom was once for told,
He knew before it did, But I felt it through my body right down to the tips of my toes.
Like a surge of electricity the thought came to me. "Don't travel this journey"
But in my heart I needed to be free.
4 a.m.
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
If you’re up like I am at 4 a.m.
I wonder if you are
Rocking a newborn baby boy
Sitting vigil at a bedside
A blue-collar worker
A CEO whose car arrived for your flight
Young and free ravers
Stressing that rent is near due
Lovers
Lonely
Starting a 6 mile run
Or sick and suffering too
To those awake at this hour,
I hope rest will find you soon.
Written March 13, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson
Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.
What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your history,
past heartbreak, joy or fear.
The past is a kaleidoscope
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.
to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly
blissfully oblivious to crypto-
currency shenanigans linked into
fiendish scammers after which
I (especially me button nose) didst glow
(giving Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
a run for his money)
whence rage,
on par with wrath of Khan,
whereby mine money
witnessed lightspeed outflow.
Far above the city lights
The campfire fades away,
Midnight lends its darkness
The stars come out to play.
Look into the night time skies
Constellations span the scene,
There is Orion and the dippers
In early morning, so serene.
The constellations, not all seen
What else might catch our eye?
The grace of a passing comet
Falling stars might just pass by.
It might be the Sisters, Gemini
Appearing together two by two,
In a sky a million light years past
The Milky Way comes into view.
"Can we dance on the moon?", she asks.
"We might even be graceful there, low gravity and all,
but the scientists don't recommend it", I reply."
"Well, if we hold on to each other at least
we'll be together if we jump too high
and float away.", her playful remark.
"Well, scientists be damned! I can't think of anyone else
I'd like to be with out there among the stars.", I assure her.
Hercules wouldn't dare climb it...
My great mountain of things unsaid
Mount Silence! It stands staunch and sturborn..
Looming over me, like a debt to be paid
"Don't look at me like that", I said...
As I reminded the Mountain of that vow we made.
I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and quite casually made mention of contra dancing, which inopportunely, inextricably, and inaccurately linkedin to The Contras who were various United States backed and funded right-wing rebel groups that were active from 1979 to 1990 in opposition to the Marxist Sandinista Junta of National Reconstruction Government in Nicaragua, which had come to power in 1979 following the Nicaraguan Revolution.
Early spring, is there a better time?
For me the answer must be "no".
Birds arrive with songs anew,
The flora starts to slowly grow.
If I had to pick my favorite sight
To mark spring's early gift,
It would be the tulips peeking out
Through snow's waning final drift.
They grow on every continent
With beauty they cannot hide,
From bulbs of Turkish origins
Standing tall with floral pride.
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