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Holding On
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Darkness
The tick, is it inside my head or just over there on the wall
Both
The cold upon my hands is it still there or has it traveled to my heart
Both
The quiver on my lips is it caused by the world or by him
Both
Does art matter beyond the eye or will it stay forever in our minds
Both
When we are deemed useless is it easy to overcome or can it stay with us forever
Both
Scared I’m close to only one side existing. Weakness is impatient with me. Strength barely recognized.
Yet
I still see beauty. Its in flowers, rocks, trees, clouds, water, prairie, mountains, oceans and sand.
And
I’ve witnessed love.
Monarch
If I wrote of awe struck
as cliché as it is
would you listen in interest
or out of duty, as it has been
my desires remain
I’m Writing
My Muse,
From the moment I read you I knew. You wouldn’t be easily removed, from my heart, my mind or my life.
Indifferent
Beautiful sunset tonight
An airport full of people to watch
Planes flying high
and I continue to look down.
Surrendered
an ache within
for progress;
strengthening,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
a simple decree
less distress; a little more
happily ever after,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
apricot visions
release me;
wandering free the verdict –
but far from home,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
Redhead
seven in a row
within the hour, it seems
a smile innocently appears upon my freckled face,
had I a mirror, maybe it would reflect a glow.
Pouting
a dove who coos without being asked, annoys me
this continuous reverberation
creates a rhythm
and my eyes roll.
the joy with which he calls
slaps me across the face,
he stops as if he knows
and I laugh, recross my legs and continue to rock this chair.
Noise
this morning’s noises echo
facts of summertime dwindling.
a crow’s call to advance
spur last night’s crickets,
still rubbing within the window well.
my heart swells with hope
which confuses me,
and the neighbor lady sweeps her deck.
Assumption
he found me sitting, legs crossed
black leggins with a bit cut out
just where attraction begins
he smelled all around me,
even the book I was holding.
he offered static pause so I could watch, his energy and legends felt deep within me.
I wasn’t as terrified as most
would have been
his presence came through peacefully
and i found myself worshiping him.
looking back he wandered off slowly, maybe
sensing the aroma of another or giving up on me
and I was left to assume
which is never good.
Another Day
I know you’re here
I saw you wink at me through
the spider web over by the clothesline
in the leaves floating gently in the breeze
falling down into dew filled grass
upon the wings of the monarch
your smile sparkles
and the potting shed sits empty another day
Closer To Me
you would know I’ve sat within the thrush of nature
my soul is joyous there.
this cool fall evening offers a melody and my mind plunges into creative fidgeting.
my eyes wander from hues of verdant to hints of Autumn’s tangerine,
but it’s the obvious sounds of industry
that bring you closer to me.
Duh.
Take a hint, Lady!
When will she ever learn?
Evidence seemed simple enough,
the airwaves were quiet;
he’d gone away:
the man knew what he wanted – she wasn’t her.
(He) Sounds Of Nature
your glow is more of a tone
and upon me
your hold is mounting.
I shiver as you enter,
your rumble a possession
of what my soul is lacking
and I beg you, come.
As the cardinal calls, ” Here. Here. Here.” Over and over again until I stop and look up into the tree and we connect.
This I get and the pleasure is indescribable.
5/2/2020
Working Humor
pulled grass from the flowerbeds
today
few weeds too
robins kept me company
introduced them to some
of my worm friends
not a great day for the worms
the robins almost giggled
Ever Been Her?
she won’t be the girl again
again seems too hard
over worked,
redundant
fake
those 1,000 pieces
lost
looked over,
couldn’t really be her now
tragedy, she may never have actually been.
Worth A Try
planted peonies today
pink
took the leftovers
he was going to mow them down
maybe they will like
my house
see’em next summer, or maybe I’ll be surprised
Work Day
spring is your season, silly girl
smile a little, won’t kill ya,
lost it some time ago.
business as usual
get to work, gonna be a beautiful day.
Planning
Day three of trying to buy eggs, maybe longer.
Probably
Still none in sight
However,
I got a call from my neighbor, her boyfriend has good news
His girls are layin’
Sounds like I’ll have eggs soon,
So much for leaving the county.
