We’re sun-kissed and
exposed
not just grey matter
Hopeless romantics and dreamers
Keepers of secrets
collectors of quartz and jasper
We listen to guitar and synth
and violin
Take out the garbage
bring some in
On this plane we have evolved
no more screaming in the driveway
all is calm
No we are not just grey matter
We are of the same blood
forever connected
unremittingly.
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To the brink of tears over this devilish concept time
yet it is as concrete as mathematical equations
(perhaps a parallel universe where time actually does stand still exists)
Live in the moment we say to our ADD brains
and sometimes we do
These days it does not compute
The clock is spinning and there is a lump in my throat,
heaviness in my heart
from all these sunrises and sunsets seemingly happening within seconds of each other
And I am not getting younger
and neither are you
I don’t like it like this
I need space and freedom and time
time to just sit with you
and watch the tops of the trees
time to breathe
to just be.
image courtesy of pretzellogic.org
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In the quiet
the quiet of the solitary evening
my ears are laid to rest
I do not have the usual music playing
to remind me
to excite
to awaken
to inspire me
Instead there is stillness
a slight hum from the motherboard
a distant helicopter buzzing east
I cup my left ear to hear the sounds in the proposed silence
and they are magnified
almost sound as if a hundred crickets are singing me to sleep
This absence of noise is welcome
my ears need a break
my mind needs space
my heart needs to feel, ache, mend, hope.
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The loquat buds are ready to greet their buzzing partners
and the crows have taken over the birdsong symphony
A sheath of grey pink cloud hovers over the bright white sunrise
Remnants from last night’s rush of spring rain fall from the branches like tears down a round cheek
A scattering of soaked leaves plastered to the ground
The lounge chair moved to view a sunset days ago
For a moment time holds still
No work to bind
no nagging unfolded
frustration at bay
A bud of hope in this heart
that I may again relish the sunset with you
and awake in your embrace
on the crest of a slow-moving sunrise.
I wrote this a month ago. But it seems silly to leave it in my drafts section. I hope you enjoy and take/feel something from it. How do you feel this spring?
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I have walked away from the dark chasms
have left them behind
I kick them away from my mind
when their dark entrance beckons me to enter
I cannot hesitate for a moment
there is no place for me there
These shadows of misery
are just beyond the green grasses
like a hideous painting
hanging above the kitchen table
Like the whispers of voices from inside
that are not your own
Tear-soaked pillows, shattered porcelain
and torn photographs strewn about its
cavernous corners
Every day unvisited
a growth of heavy underbrush overtakes
the jutted opening
A sign from the Light
The slow decay of the dark.
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I pump the pedals of my bicycle
along the paved trail
where once were train tracks
Sunshine gleaming through trees
and the wind at my neck
I have spent miles and miles here
But today I hear those locomotive engines
and the words from the train conductor
at the helm of his mighty craft:
“Sometimes it get lonely out here
so I seek the solace of my position.
For I am not really alone.
I see the backs of these shops and houses
I see the side that is hidden away from view.
I get a glimpse of the back door, the fruit trees
ready to bear their tropical seeds, mothers and daughters
hanging clothes on the line to dry in the sunshine.
I see men tending to gardens
and boys playing chase.
When they hear the horn in the distance
sometimes they crawl outta their sheds.
Some of them pay no mind.
Some of them wave and smile and go on about their business.
But some of them got no smile on their face.
They want to jump right on the train
and go far far away.
Those are the ones that show me their soul.
And all I can do is leave a billow of coal smoke
to remind them of hope.”
And that is what the train conductor say.
I pedal and pedal
along these old tracks
feeling the cool wind
and the heat of yesterday
Photo courtesy of me: JeniferBPhotography
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Love does that
It waits in the bushes, the forest, the manor, the hallway when you least expect it.
It comes at you with piercing eyes
And wanton looks and breathlessness
And a spark of hope
And fullness in your chest
And tingling in your nether regions
A blossoming flower ready to unfold and provide nectar for the searching bee
It takes hold of you and reminds you there is nothing else more powerful or intoxicating in this world
It ravishes
Ravages
Encapsulates
Fulfills
Exasperates
Then when the daylight comes round again
Leaves you caressing every grass blade, branch, feather
Hoping to recreate at least one moment of it
And that is when you are trapped
Bound
Encased
Obsessed
Found
By love
Even when at last there is silence
And comfortable loneliness
It wouldn’t take but one moment of this
And there you are again
Because this is what your heart wants, needs, searches for
Even when it is not searching.
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A swollen heart
full of everything
the universe has brought
I give gratitude by the lake
by the sea
under the full harvest moon
I give gratitude unbounded
today
Immense thankfulness for
The late autumn wind
tickling worn tree branches
Glistening sunlight
highlighting the hibiscus
Ocean swells
and the pleasure it brings
to my ears
as does the morning birdsong
A delightful symphony
The comfort of a safe haven
The calm serenity of inner peace
Hands for work and art
Movement to travel and see
Forgiveness
Health
Self love and acceptance
Love within and without
Courage
Happiness
A good steward for the universe
And you
I am thankful for you
each one of you
In the way you have touched
my soul
In the way you were brought
into this world
In the way I will carry you
in my heart
forever.
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A moment in time
flashes before
my eyes
or rather the recesses of my brain
where memories, scents, and images
not to mention a quiet bubbling rush
of emotion
collide
In this moment there is a gazebo
We stopped to take a photograph
on a Smoky Mountain venture
I can smell the caramel apples
and feel the familiarity of
the city
We held our baby boy so close
chubby legs and dimples on his flushed
round cheeks
The three of us
in a fairy tale reality
protected by wooden spindles
and fall flower boxes
I’m afraid to try and look
for the photograph
Afraid it won’t be there
Afraid the rush of emotion
may evolve into a roaring river
So in this space in my cortex
the sweet memory will remain
And it will linger on days like this
when I need to remember from where
we came
And the journey since
like those elusive vaporous
layered
peaks and valleys
In stillness will always
be just there
like the eternal structure
of time
like the sanctuary
of the gazebo.
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Sunrise we have not met many times
before now
I was always wrapped in twilight’s blanket
But circumstances have risen
to incorporate your peaceful silent beauty
into my awakening
Making me love you
as much as sunset
Just as spring has become
my parallel lover
with autumn
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