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The Poetry of Russ Allison Loar
Something To Do
Memory,
Memory,
Memory.
Reshuffled yet oh so persistent memory,
Steeped in recrimination,
Sanitized with nostalgia,
Somehow suggesting the past is not finished
But full of things left to be done,
If only in that place where memory resides,
As if I cannot ascend to the now of this moment
Until I have fit all the pieces of the past together,
As if this life were a puzzle,
Jigsawed by God,
Just to give us something to do.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Something
Weary singer of unsung songs
Moving in deep, undulating waves
Of subconscious longing for flight,
I plunge upwards into soar and glide,
Infused with the grace of birds,
Like the happy release of death
When very old.
So worn
And wishing for the play of wind
On flight feathers,
I let go and fall
Into something
Beyond these words.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Some Small Happy Thought
We must find joy
In this world of sorrows
Where the wounds grow deeper,
More permanent,
Every day.
We must find some small happy thought,
Each day,
Some small happy thought,
And smile.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Time Keeper
I am the one who turns back time
This chilly gray morning
While wife and children slumber
In the hibernation of Sunday.
I sneak like a tooth fairy
From room to room,
Setting back clocks,
Slipping another hour of sleep
Silently under their pillows,
Hastening the darkening of a season
Already too dark for my timeless soul.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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