In Search of Truth

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Is There a Future For Truth?

Another day dances around me

skirt swirls but reveals little,

a tango with trouble

while hip-hop artists

settle on the side

composing countermeasures

in rap words insufficient

to conjure change

rescind dangerous elements;

always the way—the bards sing

truth but the world hears dissonance,

misses the message

shrugs off harmonious resolve

blinded instead by glam & glitter

of ominous forces

whose words rasp toxic

like a cheese grater on the brain

dismantling too many

of their final connections

to empathy, compassion, respect

tone-deaf now to truth

they hear lies as reality

a song without chords, a drone

from the dark side of everything

including this day

now dancing into the shadows

bereft of confidence, no guarantees

her dance numbers allowed

more rounds in sunlight.

by judy Beaston

November 18, 2016

Dragons and Dreams

Dragons and Dreams, kids have both. Then, again, so do I, having never outgrown the pleasure of living an alternate life between lights out and sunrise.

night shadows

dragons

dance on night walls

swift runners, fire breathers

reach wings toward me, come daylight they

escape

What dreams come your way? Do you believe them messengers and guides regarding your current life, maybe your future? Or do you, like me, wake looking for feathers on your pillow, scratches on your arms, your face covered in the remnants of the meal being consumed at the moment of reentry?

Blueberries and more

Blueberry

Beautiful beginnings,
bountiful buds,
brilliant blossoms,

bumblebees birth
bright blue berry bunches,
“blue-licious” blueberry bushes,

beautiful!

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I grew up with the luxury of blueberries fresh-picked from backyard bushes lovingly tended by my father and mother. Of course, I took them for granted and didn’t appreciate the intense flavor treat each bite birthed in my mouth until I left home and walked into the artificial equivalent found in grocery stores.

Try though they may, even the organic, local foods only stores get shipments that are not the same as fresh picked and eaten at prime ripeness. It wasn’t until I landed in Oregon some ten years later that my taste buds were reunited with the pleasures of juicy blueberries. Here I could go to U-pick farms and gather buckets of them for freezing and eating. When I moved into a home where ten mature blueberry bushes lined one edge of the backyard, I was in heaven.

The bushes need so little attention and the harvest was bountiful enough to share with neighbors, co-workers, and the resident deer, and still have more than enough to satiate my love of this little blue berry.

I’ve once again moved and no longer experience the ever-present fresh berries, but I know where to find them and no longer take them for granted.