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the juggler

Sculpture: Juggling Life by Darcy J. Sears

tossing, catching
the pieces of life
a dreaded slip
and desperate hands
reaching out
to salvage
what can be
of the circus of life

helplessly watching
those that
hit the ground
the transformation
of the artist
to a clumsy fool
an unforgiving audience
chiding at the failure.

the empty hands
folding in
quivering fingers
the embarrassed eyes
slowly meeting theirs
finding among them one
which has seen
it all before

reaching his soul
lifting him above
this present plight
reassuring, unsaid
with acquired wisdom
trust your hands
once again
and the next juggle
will be alright.

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Vidur
02Nov16

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f l a m e

the lamp
waiting
for a spark
to light
it up.

often,
it is
another’s flame
that lends itself
to brighten
one’s dark.

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Vidur
30Oct16

t h e m

Some meetings of chance
only happen once in life
and deep within
they make you linger
for more.

Irrespective, of whether
the timing was wrong or right,
you will always wonder
if that was the one
that got away.

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Vidur
28Oct16

W e i g h t

Walking away
was always hard
even with
the promised
another day.

It was the finality
of the last
that the feet
seemed unable
to carry the weight.

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Vidur
26Oct16

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the world is doing it
so why not me
searched the net
like everyone else
for words of praise
but found pictures galore
in the worst poses ever
ways to exterminate
written about even more
my heart ignored
my perseverance punished
no design flaws exist
wonder why my positives
the two legged ignore
some makeup required
like all others maybe
but try find a better
life survival coach
than the little ugly me
they so lovingly call
the disgusting roach!

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Vidur
22Oct16

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L o v e & B e y o n d

The mirror –
reflections
of a physical truth

She stood in front
looking at
the lines of age
a press and a pull
the seeming canyons
refusing to budge

Then a hand
touched her shoulder
a familiar voice
whispered
from somewhere
close behind

You are beautiful-
always were

Somethings change,
love –
it remains the same.

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Vidur
21Oct16

h e a l i n g

she walks confident
her stride energetic
head up, held high
the world immaterial
to a shield held forth
protecting the little girl
hiding deep inside
hurt by a callous world
for being herself
afraid now of even
the smallest ray
reaching out to her
from the depths of
another broken lamp
and someday I hope
the three shall meet
the wielded shield
will somewhere crack
for not every ray
is a sword to harm
some do to come in
with a healing balm.

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Vidur
19Oct16

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