. most of it is nonsense .

if he only looked out at the world, forgot all this nonsense.

 

it is what we make it.   he said ‘      ” the things we think are

worries now”,                                     as discussed with the boy.

not yet published.

 

some times gone

 

 

in days, while some things take longer.

 

yet as with things, all of them pass            . yet at that moment

of worry, it    is often hard to remember.       open the window.

 

it was a long and wrangled night.

 

the boy suggests that one should not be mean to others.

 

the boy has glasses.

 

sbm.

 

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.. gentle ..

 

gently go forward, then gently back
recreating past deeds and misdemenours
you thought forgotten.

gently go forward knowing we are mostly
all the same, with motes not spoken of,
except disorder.

gently it passed behind you, seen
clearly while looking for god.

gently gather winter leaves to keep
in paper bags. these are the golden
days .

my friend.

sbm.

 

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.. anna ..

Published in the Outlaw Poet, thanks to Klaus.

https://www.outlawpoetry.com/category/sonja-benskin-mesher/

sonja benskin mesher

don’t know how to write of you,
no faith. you are another
country, an others’ world, away.

daily, each one a son,
a daughter, creation does not
place
one above the other.

speak those words, templar, that i cannot say.

another time, another place.

sbm.

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. reading for anna .

Published in the Outlaw Poet, thanks to Klaus.

https://www.outlawpoetry.com/category/sonja-benskin-mesher/

sonja benskin mesher

carrying the book, gently,
i find that jesus
is off the wall again.

breeze from the doors
blows him and cobwebbed minds
away,
as i write the small book,
on black keys of words.

gentle here this morning,
sun dreams in,
quiet in all the rooms,
and arms held high,
i come into the morning,
with string and sealing wax.
sbm.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/martyr/

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