Blue’s Story

Downhill slope
Mistake made, hidden
Broken heart, angry
Left wishing that day away for years
Signatures on legal paperwork
Packing for three
Regrets in the thousands
All along thinking, it was me
Uphill climb
Driving North
Silent heart, settling
Years of failings grieved
Light passing through windows
Touch of familiar love, family
Might take a decade, or less
Children, a pug: dependents
Nothing the same, yet, I’m me
Travel horizons
Positives shall return slowly
Hopeful heart, settling
My world at my side, loves
Patience astounding, blessed
Grace given and accepted, free
Continuity remains new for now
Life allowed back in. Glory be.

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Ministration in Amber

Singular, posed alone
Verdant stem slim, yet
Rooted beneath in
Survival’s growth,
She clings to her truth,
Unafraid of the world above.
May her amber blossom,
Bright, oh so exposed,
Give the eye of her beholder
Pause
Before they walk on

Storm

the rumble returns
I hear him behind dark clouds
smell of Spring, joy of new
the impatient hail, patient sun
felt between lightening strikes,
twisting, changing, my view
as the wind calls out,
remember me.
I’d offer my heart, each beat,
for a moment of truth,
where feeling the security
of love
at its rawest, keeps me
invested, sure and confidant.
don’t tell me, show me
and I’ll wear love
on my skin, in my hair and
within my eyes once again.

Reality

There, if you listen surely

You will hear a siren’s song for mercy

The tone as mesmerizing as she is

It will cause you to question this reality

Her reality, and

The reality of those who do not hear her.

You’ll wonder

Who is the chosen one?

He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,

Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?

Might it be them. 

No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…

For eternity.

To Know Her, Is To Love Her

one
the color of her pudgy nose
when it’s cold outside
and she’s in her happy place
called Late Autumn

two
sides to her sassy mouth
often chewed upon
when she attempts
to slide away, giggling 

three
deep dimples
worth searching for
after finding two, living
beside her shy smile

four
corners to two hazel eyes
who’ve witnessed pain,
but questioned perfection
with sparkled contentment 

five
toes, each foot
she often wished were
painted in a rainbow of
your favorite colors

six
freckles lay, forever
atop a ring finger
she often wonders
is worthy of adornment

seven
calming breaths needed
on a quiet, dark night
when dreams
come to soothe her

eight
miles from town
she’s driven, even walked
in order to feel
closer to simple 

nine
her favorite number
and the many opportunities
it’ll take to convince her,
an introverted extrovert 

ten
fingers, yes, predictable
but that’s what she adores
craves, the honesty
trust and unity provide

Real

image

Nirvana not an interest
Megadeath
Metallica
And a little
Simply Red
Those are the voices
In my head
Inside my dreams
You once asked
I’ll admit freely
Me? Childhood trash
That’s real, Baby
What keeps me smiling
Chet Faker’s
Beard and beanie
He plays with meaning
Sizzles my morning
You want red hair
My heart’s cracked
Worthy of repair
I cannot handle
One more longing stare
Either I feel right
Inside your mind
Or get me off
This wild ride
Slash is tight
I’ll wear his hat
Nothing else
Now think about that
Friday’s musings
Truth revealed
Play with me
Just keep it real