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eyes open

June 16th, 2018

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sometimes
there are no words
my heart simply fills with gratitude
and longing
for the secret world of flowers
and the tiny creatures
who kiss them

breathing in

May 15th, 2018

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Poetry moves the earth around the sun,
it shakes my soul and my being
from the shackles of sameness
into the ether,
where entire conversations take place
on a breath of wind.

dying, with sparkles

April 4th, 2018

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There is no filling the empty soul.
It closes up around itself and refuses to take nourishment.
Nothing is right,
nothing lights the darkness.

The soul needs to sing and dance and play, joyously.
If joy has gone of its own accord
or been sold to the highest bidder
the soul will starve.

Take back the joy.
Let go of the shiny substitute.
Death hides in the sparkles.


spring

April 3rd, 2018

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it is spring
there are flowers everywhere.
joyous
stretching
kissing the light
shocking colors that only god can make

i memorize them, for darker days.
wild
as they are.


at dusk
they fold inward.
sleeping until dawn.


my soul opens into the night
it is peaceful
the air is thicker,
closer to my skin somehow


coyotes running free
singing to one another
and to me



picture perfect

March 17th, 2018

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It is quiet.
The perfume of flowers floats like a song on the evening air.
I whisper my love to the trees,
my heart soars with the dancing of birds in flight.

I feel close to the earth
and in tune with the spirits of her many wild creatures.
I am one of them. I belong here.

I don’t want to be erased again.
I am still trying to paint myself back into the picture of my own life.

wilting

March 14th, 2018

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When I am no longer being nurtured,
by my environment
it falls upon me to nurture myself.
or die

how that is accomplished, or even begun,
is a mystery that creates a terror in my heart.
not again.

that damn shoe

March 9th, 2018

IMG_3817You taught me to walk in the other one’s shoes,
rather than feel my own pain.
Maybe that person had a bad day, maybe their feet hurt…
maybe that person is just mean and I shouldn’t try to understand!

I wish I had just told you to walk in my shoes!
I had enough pain, didn’t need someone else’s.

I needed to scream!
But you taught me that my screams were worthless,
so why bother.
Understanding why makes all the pain better?
I don’t think so.
I understand what it did for me, in the end,
I turned myself inside out wearing that damn shoe.


exposure

February 17th, 2018

brittle
tonight, i feel like a bird’s nest covered with skin.
broken, twisted little branches
held together with bits of string and sticks and stems
wound up tighter than necessary
to protect the pieces of me
that have yet to shatter

the end

October 28th, 2017

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I have seen the beginning of the end
it starts with always
and never
and continues down its road toward not light
but darkness.

The end is everywhere tonight.
in your face, your voice,
in the tension of your anger and impatience,

I don’t think you even know that the road you have taken has no outlet.
Given the opportunity, love will grow cold
as cold as your hardened heart.
as cold as the walls you build
with words
or no words at all.

secrets and lies

June 13th, 2017

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i choose my truth
from a basket of tangled memories
and a wicked, cold reality
that i can not outrun