Why do you crawl When you can fly? Among the chaos You skitter Directionless As if lacking sight Bumbling, fumbling, stumbling Confused Don’t you know You have wings? Strong, expansive wings The decay that gave you life Need weigh you down no more No longer a maggot Suckling on another’s shame You are empowered To…
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Clinched in the fist of must-achieve Dreams whither Vitality drains Panic ensues The fist is your own Strong, though it may seem Immovable Omnipotent it is not Sentient it is not Not merely Surrounded by in power invisible Only remember It is also within you Invite it Allow it Open to it and little by…
May the soft grass tickle The soles of your feet Though it gives way to the mud May the cool mud envelope And nourish your skin Though it gives way To the rocks May the rough rocks Remind you of your tenderness Though they lay At the edge of a cliff May you not fear…
– Gentle breezes stir from the patient fan, A lover’s whisper on my skin. – Dense and gauzy mist surrounds me, A drunken embrace of hypnotic comfort. – Sunlight filters through leaves and window screens, The intimacy of first light. – Like a caress this morning beckons me to join it, Soft with delightful promises,…
An audacious cardinal hops from picket to picket his acrobatics steady, sure. Bees hover drunkenly over tender petals Filling branches with trembling expectation. An anxious chipmunk skitters from tree to grass to garden Gauging the danger with a paralyzed pause. The trees’ choppy shadows blanket the pathway, Mimicking the stones – envious, covetous. I watch,…
I must open the window, if just a crack. The artifice of this room – the mechanical hum of the refrigerator, the intruding glare of the light bulbs, the manufactured separation – suffocates me. I am ensconced in a straight jacket, ten feet square. An instinctive wisdom greater than myself insists I belong on the…
Early explorers, adventurers Whispering the hushed tale of their Pilgrimage from eager heights in poised flirtation with the wind to Freedom of release in gleeful tumbles to the ground, They are the first to fall. – Humbly bypassing an Encore of yellow and orange They rest, meekly brown, on a Bed of silty fate in…
Silence, unbearable, is overthrown, A flaccid tyrant no longer Granted reign to oppress. – Power explodes, Forcibly shredding the gag. An unstoppable flood of soul sound Gives voice to deep turmoil, while Cauterizing a fleshy exit. – I do not want them to stop, these words, But the gift of their release comes in A…
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver
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