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Zoning Out: Another One Done

April 30th? What do you mean?!

No! The speed of this year is just obscene!

Oh well, just finished Camp NaNo (barely crossed the line)

The A-to-Z challenge went just fine.

Had the Art House Co-Op Project, done, too.

(Eventually, will get things postmarked before they are due).

Really, this fourth month is through?

Oh, good grief, now what can I do?

NaBloPoMo, come what, May?

Even try to write a story, every single day?

Do I dare press my limits so?

Or should I work on that ‘long word’ of “no?”

Nah, I’ll continue with poems in some way.

Everything’s tempting, every day’s a chance to play!

Time Encased, Too by Tommia Wright

Yesterday is more than a song

Yesterday Road is more than a journey

Yesterday, like tomorrow, arrives in a hurry.

Is it the making of the memories we hold?

Is it the accomplishments we see?

Is it the regrets of what will never be?

What’s lost in our gains in looking back?

What’s gained in our losses in looking ahead?

What’s wrong with remaining in the present instead?

Past the sunrise of the previous morn.

Past the midday’s highest moment of a day gone slow.

Past the evening’s call of the moonlight’s glow.

The Present is a present indeed.

“X marks the spot.”

Folks say that a lot.

Is it here, is it there?

On the ground, in the air?

How much time do we spend

Going over hill, round the bend?

What treasure to we seek?

At what items do we fail to peek

As we go from Point A to Point B

In search of why “X” is the key?

They’ll continue to say “X marks the spot.”

What I value most is already tucked in my heart.

*(Or what happens when sleep should have started several hours ago.)

The Sonnet

One word, two

Words, three words, four

What will we do

If there are more

To set a score

That could be

More than sand on a shore

Right by the sea.

One word, two words, three

Words, four. What will

We see

When we stand still

To hear the sound

Of the words we found?