Sometimes I can’t get the magic out
Wonder is absent from me
So I rise to my feet for a walkabout
To find the obscured I could not see
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Category: Micropoem
When Summer Dies In The Mountains
When summer dies in the mountains
It dies fast
Like a flame in the snow or
The desertion of birds and leaves
All in a morning
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
When I Hear Karen Carpenter
When I hear Karen Carpenter
I think of corned beef hash
AMC Pacers
Lines for gas
Johnny Carson
Laminate floors
My mom’s voice
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
1981
A yellow ribbon
Tied to
An orange Volkswagen van
A shirt
That says
Don’t tread on me Iran
For me
That’s how the eighties began
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
I Believe You Can
I believe you can
Despite all of it
I believe you might
With much upon you
I believe the now
Shines bright in your eyes
Ignite
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Every Post is a Person
Reclamation
After you died
In my dreams
I only saw you
Diminished and fading
At the end
Now I see you
Young
Tan
Standing
In the sun
Smiling
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Darkness Is Not Blindness
Darkness is not blindness
Adjustment is slow
Things around you
Take shape
Patience the only tool
Until the world has form again
Homeless Words
Sometimes
Words together
Sound good
To the ear
Devoid of meaning
And homeless
In a notebook
They hum
Waiting for your pen
To guide them home
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Resilience Is a Skill
Bad rolls down hill
An unseemly fact
Change is a force of will
All throughout our acts
Resilience is a skill
The thoughts we don’t enact
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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