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dear reader:

Allow me to repeat myself:

At my death, I hope someone says: “He fought the good fight.”
 

THE GOOD FIGHT

In the dream, I knelt down

into a circle of light
found on the floor
of a dusty dark tunnel

and in an instant
an upswell of energy
saturated me—a sensation
both buoyant and dense—

my whole being hummed
with the grand expansion

yet at the same time
I felt diminished
by a power so great:
consumed—overwhelmed

I soon woke in fear

and immediately lost the feeling

then cursed my weakness

as I often do
when I give in
to lower instinct
and reject what
my higher instinct desires.

However
I didn’t lose completely:

whenever I remember
that underground light
I can sense (just vaguely)
that force of peace
within me—

within me
yet frightfully foreign:

I doubt I could ever
live with that mysterious intensity
for more than
the occasional moment.

But no matter—
a recent dream shows me
determined to return—
fighting

through a dusty storm wind
toward a dim distant light

and though I feel so weak

the exhilaration spurs me on.
 

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
my war for peace: poetry ebook

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author’s note:

No such thing as a bad dream!
 

LIGHT FROM A DARK DREAM

As I struggled to navigate
the dark labyrinth
of that dream…

what a shock when
the thin guiding thread broke
and soon after that
my small lamp blew out

then in the smoky fog
I tried to find my way
with careful fingertips

but my sense of touch
had dulled.

What a blessing that dream!—
because…

when I awoke to its light
I began to see again.

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog

dear reader:

Again: written to no one in particular.

Perhaps a precognition.  I hope.
 

OBSERVATION OF A MOTH

All day as she taps
on her keyboard she may seem
so ordinary to so many

but I’ve watched her brush her hair
in the soft lamplight
of a bedroom of shadows

as a moth flutters against the bulb…
 

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog

author’s note:

Happy Groundhog Day to all the groundhogs out there.
 

WHEN I SAW MY GROUNDHOG SHADOW

If dense clouds cover the sky
on his day
the groundhog won’t see a shadow
and so, feel safe
to remain above ground—
to feed, to frolic

in his dim Spring.

On the other hand
if the sun has cut through the clouds
his shadow will be revealed
and our furry friend
will retreat to his dark den—
afraid of the unknown creature
he has just seen.

I can relate:
when I saw my shadow
in fright I tried
to run away

but like the groundhog
that returns after an extra
six weeks of winter
I could not forget
the power of my sight
when I stood in that sunlight.
 

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog

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