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water flowing in a stream of pebbles

Dishonesty
by JDA

Thoughts, once his, became theirs
pure water pushed through mud
now tainted and dirty
the water flowed on
through and over smooth stones
shedding the sullen particles of nature’s dark sister
then emerging clean and sparkling in perfect sunlight

Further in time, or in another world, the purity still alone
danced with leaden feet
to a sad whispering lament
while keening spirits shrieked their regret

(image above used with permission – copyrighted anonymously)

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Spaces
by JDA

Of fireflies and falling stars
Of things that aren’t and
Things that are

dandelion

Dandelion
by JDA

The tallest dandelion
rooted
longed for that meander
of wind, or fate
to save him from the
scythe’s vicious arc.
Presently, a darkly tatooed
soft-winged moth
alit on his spore-filled
crown,
gently bending him to safety.

(image above used with permission – copyrighted anonymously)

Photo by Jeff Widener, June 4, 1989. Used here as Fair Use for commentary and scholarship.

AP photo by Jeff Widener, June 4, 1989, Tiananmen Square. Used here as Fair Use for commentary and scholarship.

Fearless
by JDA

Dancing with tanks in Tiananmen Square
with no thought of thanks,
though millions saw him there.
The man…the man disappeared
into the mists of time.
He was as graceful as Nureyev
yet much more sublime.

Why did he do it?
Why do we not?
Challenge dark forces and
their soulless onslaught.
His divine spark burned
brightly that day.
Was it the dancer’s own grace
or God’s that moved him that way?