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Friday, November 8, 2019
Topic: “Untouchable” Write about something that is (or used to be, or will always be) out of reach.
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The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
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Light touches us on lips,
on shoulders, not alone on eyes;
we cannot touch light back
without first intercepting it
to turn away defiled.
Unfair, that, as the Spirit
touches ours to leave us
genius or deranged,
to strike us mad while we
can’t touch divinity.
Non-practicing atheist
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Tantalus
It always begins this way:
I am standing ankle-deep in mud,
and Something is only a few steps away.
I don’t even know what It is, but it is bright
and it is warm and radiating wonder.
It is warm and I am cold and I Want it.
I am hungry for it, ravenous even.
But there is a catch.
To reach it I would have to move my feet,
these feet that are mired,
which have always been mired,
and I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t even know why.
It’s such a little bit of mud that holds me here,
but it is enough.
I feel the chill of Outside burrow deeper
so I wrap myself in a cocoon of daydreams
and pretend that I am running free
careening headlong into bliss.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
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Like earth and sky,
you and I
always meet in the distance.
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Timeless
When we first retired,
we paid someone
to climb a ladder,
hang a clock high,
out of reach,
and we looked at it
everyday,
then a year later
the batteries died-
we were stuck at 11:59,
but we decided to stay there
as long as we could.
Time is the best editor.
