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Pilot, Co-pilot, Passenger, or Grounded?

Time does tick quickly, more as one ages   
We can’t believe during early stages    
Sometime, some will see; yet many won’t know  
Perceptions permeate but one shadow

Tone-deaf debris may wreck potential gains  
Break twigs to grasp hold, see over mountains
Lost in a dell, lacking decent vision  
One must ascend with an aim to freedom . . .

Lest be buried in implicit bias.  
Age is a lead you gift yourself as you
Traverse sudden dips, ascend tangled hills  
Come to know valleys, climb their vast mountains—

Your way may be choked, and some will throw rocks
Not all flights approved, runways remain blocked  
Boulders positioned that may not be moved
Lest aid takes note and checks you through!  

Poems & Poetic Prose

The poem “Pilot, Co-Pilot, Passenger, or Grounded” is a stretched sonnet, and was written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #266. Follow Reena’s link for participation guidelines.

Featured photo “Dell in the Little Carpathians” by Stanislav Doronenko, via Wikimedia Commons

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Midnight Rhymes: The Biggest Critique

Late-night writing exercise . . . (originally published on LifePoetic April 6, 2022)

Fervent faith in decision-making
May be positively misleading
You just might be thinking
You’re up to the right thing
In accord with reasoning

Such patterns revealing
Over time and through healing
Your values change: meaning
You’ll believe, under harsh thinking—
That untold pessimistic instilling

Accrued in early living
Remarkably damaging
But the very thing
for remembering
Above everything . . .

What you are experiencing?

Poems & Poetic Prose

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