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…
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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…
The Mist diffuses the light Offering it equitably To parts of the world Content in the shadows Those places normally Blessed by direct contact with the sun Do not protest this redistribution They sit Patiently, humbly Honoring the grace of the mist The birds honor it too For they have not fled in fear of…
Ego pumps out plots and Schemes and judgments at a Prolifically astonishing rate Polluting the purity of my mind, Destroying the tranquility of my soul, Throwing my life askew. Each convincing lie Sprouts a new parasitic tentacle Stretching without end To choke out buds of connection and Extract all hope from my breath, While…
– 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,…
Plans made. Detail after excruciating detail Meticulously ordered, poured over and finalized. A bright, new life filled with promise, Beckoning. I am overcome with anticipation. * But, like a prisoner crazed for freedom… * …I wait… * …and wait… * Knowing my sentence is ending. Each day I remain, a year. My breath, a fellow…
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,…
The Clouds Feigning innocence in their white and fuzzy cloak Withdraw triumphantly Satisfied, whole – Awash in after-glow Denied discretion by her ecstasy Earth lies splayed after the glorious romp Wet, disheveled, at peace – Each fulfilled through the giving, the receiving They part Free from regret or expectation Knowing it will happen again
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…
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