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The future looms so much closer now
no dreams weave a halo around its outcome
aspirations have dwindled to respirations
insistence on continuing the game of life.
Most all of what I’ve gone through
have been referred to as stages,
phases of life, periods of adjustment,
trials and tribulations to be overcome,
moved through, lessons learned.
Not so anymore.  Those easy “lay-ups”
early in the game, though as important
as the “Buzzer-beater”, never seemed
as “easy” to execute.  Seems life has
become a series of “two minute drills”,
no “hurry up” offense, just a plodding
“three yards and a cloud of dust”
dedication to the demands of the game.
To “show up, suit up and stand up”.
Now I know why there are empty pages
at the back of the play book,
why spontaneity and experience
conspire to overcome - not overpower.
I review the plays each day
knowing it is not the game that  must change
but my relationship to the game,
to adapt, to undergo the metamorphosis
of living, accept the gradual changes
of a future that I somehow “outran”,
the present it became, and the past
that fades beneath the clouds at the
base of the mountain.


submitted to – Any Poem Written In January 2017

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Date: 2/18/2017 12:01:00 PM
Great poetry about life John - the third line caught my eye - aspirations becoming respirations. Congratulations! :-)
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Date: 2/11/2017 1:31:00 PM
so much intensity here John...The metaphors really caught my eye- "the present it became, and the past that fades beneath the clouds at the base of the mountain." Great closing verse...thank you and congrats :)-luloo
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Date: 2/10/2017 4:01:00 PM
It doesn't do any good to study the playbook either John. They've all be redrawn. Great poem of life and introspection. Thoroughly enjoyed it:)
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Date: 2/10/2017 3:52:00 PM
superbly arranged!..i like the leap of reformation soaring though your rare lines, john...huggs
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