Monthly Archives: March 2017

She Asks For Nothing

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She asks how you are doing.

You have a short 

Conversation,

The whole time

Her heart screaming inside her

Chest,

“I am so lonely.

So goddamn lonely.”

Her brain holding the dam straight and strong against

The welling of tears.

And she laughs.

She hugs you

A little longer than you feel comfortable so

You let go

And 

“Let’s catch up soon”

And she glances to the ocean.

The ocean who is always calling.

And she thinks how much she longs to go to her.

“The ocean will hold me as long as I need

And stroke my tangled hair.”

She asks for nothing

In return.

“And i do not need to speak.

I walk on to where i need to go

Leaving the ocean for

Now.

She waits for my return.”

Her heart beating morse code,

Begging,

Wait for me. Wait for me.

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Velvet

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I kneel to

Feel this;

 Raw earth.

My tears

Of gratitude fall 

For the wilderness has

At no time failed to

Save

Me

From myself.

In her stone and softness,

Her life and decay.

Always replenishing.

Forever

Sharing

All that she has to give.

I have lived many lives in the wilderness.
On the velvet forest floor
I lie.

My eyes lift to the heavens

As she soothes my soul

And i know this;

All

Is now as it ever has been and will be;

As it should be.

Web

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I was so

Mesmerized by the beautiful

Web you created,

The false delicacy

Bringing me in closer.

(I failed to notice you were a spider)

The way mornings birthlight sparkled like fine crystals on the dew,

The way

Your crafty design shown like a rainbow,

Kaleidoscopic.

(I knew you were a spider)

A comforting touch and hypnotic gaze.

A weaver so gifted and true to your desires.

I did not realize I had become immobile

And transfixed.

(I forgot you were a spider)

ForgottenĀ 

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I walk through

Aged and forgotten,

Off the beaten path

Graveyards.

Something about them has always drawn me.

I will follow the signs to some

Destination unfamiliar,

Down a worn unpaved detour to find them.

Often

An

Old caretaker will come find me, looking quite confused to have

Company,

And ask if i am searching

For a particular grave.

He simply wishes me well when i say no

And goes upon his way.

I am left to tread on my own

Among bones and birds,

Humming to myself

With

These people unknown to me.

Alone yet not alone

Relishing a beauty

Some find so frightening.