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good weed 231w - Sept 3, 2015s

author’s note:

As they say in the movies: “based on a true story”.


by the power of my life
I tried to bury myself

but as I felt the weight
press down upon my chest
love cried out against
such a death.

Now I work to resurrect:

though still afraid, I slowly accept
the life I’ve been given to live.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
Common Courage: the book


like talking to 398w - April 1, 2015s

author’s note:

I remember a young woman who was frustrated because she could not serve in the armed forces…

I wish I would have told her: there are many ways for you to serve your country.


I wrote a poem to our rulers
telling them:

you brag about what
you’ve done for us
but forget

what we’ve done for you—

that position isn’t your birthright
that power is only on loan–!

I didn’t expect
a sincere response
I merely wanted to voice
my pain—

to proclaim:

though you throw me
and my many unknown
sisters and brothers
into the valley of all
you wish to ignore…

in the darkness we will grow.

We’re willing to wait, in the dark

because we know the tide
will eventually rise

and that tide will be a flood.

In the aftermath, who will clean up?

We will!

We’ll know how
because down in the valley
we’re teaching ourselves
the ways and means of cleaning—

in the dark, we’re learning how to shine.

In the dark, one can hear the heart

so, despite your neglect
we will stand up, ready to serve…

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
Soultime: the novel

working with dwarf - February 8, 2015s

author’s note:

In a dream, I tried to knock down a series of tough dwarves—but they were all the same dwarf.

The line of dwarves just kept on coming.  From that dream I learned: he can’t be beat.


Sometimes, in the uncertainty
of this shadowy room
I’ve responded with hot fear

—with anger—

and in the flare
of that sudden fire
revealed a self
I’d tried to hide

even from myself:

a demon to subdue—
or so I once believed:

when I applied the whip
and the cage
that great force revolted
against my tyranny.

So now I try to find
productive channels
for an energy so fierce:

how can I use
that tough dwarf?—

how can I stop it
from using me?

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
dream steps: the blog

child waves

author’s note:

This life…it’s always a work-in-progress.


I’ve never been able to forget
how afraid I was of the water
as a child—

that feeling has followed me
all through my life—

a sense of weakness

that became especially poignant
one morning as I gazed in wonder
at the magnificent gray-green waters
shifting up and down
in myriad waves…

my sadness overwhelmed me
and I retreated to a cave
beneath the sea cliff.

There, in darkness
I shivered and gasped
through a long agitated sleep

returning again and again
in twilight dreams to that beach
where the impersonal presence
of the bay watched me

and waited…patiently.

Fortunately, in dreams
—as in waking life—
we humans have a way
of fooling ourselves

and so, after much fear
and frustration
I finally decided to take
one step forward
as the tide began
to slide back.

As a result,
when the massive wave
suddenly struck
I was carried up
and away


but no, I didn’t fight—
I accepted the great threat
with trembling courage:

having lived with so much terror
for so long
I’d learned to cope—
I could control myself:

I lay back—I spread myself wide
in submission and whispered:
“Though I can not kill my fear
 I will no longer allow this fear
 to kill me.”

Yes, I still felt a lack
but when confronting such force
we are indeed powerless
unless we can lay back.

At that point
I needed no more dreaming
and finally awoke fully

then moved out
    and out
into the wide waters—

into an ocean deepening down.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
new steps

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