Category Archives: poem

Gone

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These are the days.

You hear it said again and again

And ignore the wisdom.

You cannot shake everything you think is Wrong and carry it.

Carry it on and on.

And the days go.

Change your mind,

Change your heart.

Your view will start to morph,

For these are the days.

Then they are gone,

You are gone.

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Kettle Whistles

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Melancholy

Delight

Melancholy

Delight

Up

Down

Up down

Round and round

Spinning, spinning.

Trying to grasp anything

As it passes by.

And the tea kettle whistles

Bringing me back

Here.

And I put my feet upon the floor

Once again

Ready to live more.

More than ever.

Love Through Winter

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Ah

But I breathe.

I hear a sigh escape your lips

As you see the colors too.

As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.

They do their final dance for us.

And they return to the

Earth

That nourished them.

Some ride the wind so delicately.

Others seem out of control

As if fighting the pull of gravity.

Ultimately they all fall.

We endure.

I feel the warmth of your skin

As

You move closer.

This knowing between us,

It is time to hold each other.

This sorrow,

We must let it envelope us

If we are to ever love through winter.

*originally posted November 3, 2015*

*choleintodiamonds*

Anticipating

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Dehydration headache

From a challenging yet refreshing hike

Yesterday;

Never seem to drink enough water.

I am too distracted by beauty that catches my eyes.

I get tickled by these things.

Even the snakes. They terrify my but I cannot stop looking and wondering.

Bumble bees and wasps.

Spiders and caterpillars.

Hawks and vultures.

The different trees and different leaves.

The greens and the blues, the grays and the browns.

And the way is rocky so I have to stop quite often and gaze otherwise

I might trip and fall a very long way.

Then I stay up too late watching the

Fireflies dance in the forest.

They never cease to make me giggle with delight.

Never.

They mesmerize me.

My eyes trying to focus between the dark

And the light of their

Flitting fire.

I cannot even guess where they may light up

So I try not to blink leaving my eyes to soften

Without looking at one point.

Anticipation.

Bath

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Hotel.

I draw a hot bath, pouring generous amounts of bubble bath under the faucet.

I immerse myself slowly as the temperature of the water is a bit too hot.

White tub, white shower curtains,

White noise fan.

Speckled walls.

Sleepy eyelids closing.

I want to stay here and dream.

The water is getting chilly

And the faucet is dripping ice cold drops on my toes,

Reminding me this is no fairytale.

The fan is singing to me

And no one is asking me questions now.

I will stay just a little longer.

Linger just a little longer.

Linger just a little longer

As tears trickle

Down my skin eventually mixing with the bath water.

I will merely imagine

I am adrift in the ocean.