Category Archives: poem

Jul28

Tears

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She stood staring at the monument,

Her mind taken back

To then.

Was that the same wind blowing through her hair

That blew

On a day so very long ago?

Has it just been traveling the world;

Been out there somewhere waiting to hear her heart beat again?

Now she was

Afraid to turn around.

Not ready to leave,

Fearful the tears would fall

And a passerby would stare.

They would most likely

Assume she must be drunk or out of her mind.

No, she teetered on the edge and almost plunged

But

She was

Simply sad.

Just plain sad. People do not like to see that

Sadness.

Tears.

Jul24

Crush

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The Ravens are busy telling stories

Outside my window.

They have the most recognizable voices.

The sweet, sweet smell of clover

And the melody of the bees working so

Diligently as I walk through the fields.

(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)

This song of the wind

Brings harmony to my carefully

Placed bare footsteps kissing the

Soil.

I do not wish to crush anyone

Or anything.

Jul6

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*

Jun26

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.