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Broken Prose Fragments(10/25/2022-Leonard C. Gesinski)

Haiku

How to make sense

…..of the moment

Be

 

thoughts of legacies

….what would those be?

what can be given

freely and openly…

…not neccesarily inflicted upon

what could be carried on…

…not neccesarily what would burden

what could speak of the people

of another time?

of another place?

speak of who and what those people

were then,

thoughts of now

…and what we have

become

…and what we could still

Be

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Inspired by ‘Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf’-Ryokan(1758-1831)

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Dementia

how I hate you more and more

cruel

It is to make people, gaps of time, life events, and relationships

disappear then reappear

in such an odd order 

yesteryear

reappears as if but five minutes ago

while yesterday is gone

as if it never happened

I’m

relegated

to a spot on the sideline

all

that can be offered

…is an ear

…silent sympathy

…and generosity

 

a middle man

between

yourself and the neurologist

 

I

can heal

neither the scarring or lesions

of the brain

nor

the physical damage done

from

multiple sclerosis

 

in the end

 it seems that our roles

have been

reversed

the children becoming

both

the caretakers

and

the caregivers

 

My Mother’s 25+ year fight continues on…

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Of

sunsets

and

empty beaches

 

he contemplates

 

an

 

ocean

 

of

 

distance

 

between

 

them

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Only

after the formaldehyde

stained walls

were ally

brought

down

 

only

after the acrid stench

of the countless drying skins

that were left

hanging to dry

 

in

a silent darkness

in the dregs

of this tannery

 

The

faceless immigrant workers

whose

broken backs

mental scars

hardened hearts

long ago silent

 

In

a time of

bare bone wages

 

Yesteryear’s

common

ordinary

blue collar jobber

 

100 years

…this place of death

…of the poisonous concoctions

dumped into the Chicago river

 

Welcome

to a view

of early 1900’s

Chicago

 

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Poetic Fragments

 

Morning comes soon

a business man

scurries down

the quiet

streets

He

already

in chase

of

the day

ahead

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moonlight

soon gives way

to

first daylight

which

soon

illuminates

all

possible

paths and choices

 

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Utopia

Imagine

 

a day

when

 

our differences

 

no longer mattered

 

race, creed, colour, shape, choices, and past(s)

 

would…should….could

not

shape our

thoughts, bias, pre conceived notions, prejudices, opinions

 

…..if

perhaps

we close….our eyes

 

only

being allowed

to

listen…..without prejudice

 

with

nothing more

than

our own choice of words, actions, intent

to be held

responsible

for

and judged

by

 

……until that day

 

I’ll still dare to dream…..

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While we sleep

continuing to unravel

this nebulous state

disbelief

convenience in what we choose to see

these

multi-colored

multi-layered

yarns and strands

pulling apart—–from the seams

our differences

colour, politics, race, creed

blues, reds, greens, purples, and yellows

our eyes wide open

yet,

we choose to not see

we hear

but we do not listen

minds

long slammed shut

 

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Out

these mottled skies

rains

things of destruction

malaise

we, harbingers the of death

~~~

From

the first stone

tossed

to the missiles

still

pocking flesh torn

lands

bloods pooled

our

monuments

history

 ~~~

Where

is the humanity?

Where

is the empathy?

~~~

Last

 one at the party

please turn off the lights…..

 

 

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