Unspoken pain
Furls the brow
Like tectonic plates
Left and right brain
Colliding
Tears and words
Flooding rain
Eroding sharp precipice
Smoothing softening
Cascading
Deep richness
Exposed openly
Filtering through
Luscious soil
Creating
Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away
The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high
Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark
All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us
Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve
Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili
Love small waving hands
Pointing up to the sun
Lime coloured ones
Delicate fronds
Every year heralding
New growth has begun
Resisting prunings
Wilting of winter
Hope for another year
Even when caretaker
Seemingly ignores
Their every need
Giving, as if
Love is enough
I woke from a dream And saw you there Returned to sleep Suddenly - unaware Places that feel Real to the senses Plague our minds Completely - unfounded Dreamscapes grow Over memories Feeding on fallen Radiantly - unmeasured
A blazing fire
turns over
With the line
Over fields
of dark time
Climax contains
Steady camera gaze
A face neither
Smiles nor cries
Home for the morning
Thinly veiled eyes
Hiding midnight sighs
Turn and walk away
Into the night
Holding on so tight
Silence of years
Shouting out
Conquer your fears
Wait for the time
Till then we wander
Only offering
Most valuable
All to save
Nothing but oneself
Can we be brave?
We are all pockmarked by the scars of things that should have been otherwise, the way the moon bears the craters of collisions in space that it could do nothing to avoid.
My Year of Living Vulnerably, Rick Morton
For all its affections
Misconceptions
Personality
Individuality
Fiestiness
Boisterousness
Reticence
Malificence
Macavity's a mystery
Fickle to a fault
Dyed in the wool
Take you for a fool
Then curl on your mat
I could never be
A cat
Creating space
For recovery
Of species
In the lifetime
Of an organism
Only so many
Life events
Before break down
Conserving
Not many more
Chances to save
Before extinction
Sacrifice us
To save us
One more fire
One more storm
The great divide
And conquer
Before life rebounds
As it must
To breathe anew
All the old growth
Always missing you
The feathered bird flips lightly on the low bough and peers
Suspiciously at fronds of smoke waving past his ears
Roundly Red and pale Peach bellies, proudly hide and seek
Circling hoard of humans who visit once a week
Curiously they walk below, felling trunks, digging peat
Bouncing round the fire waving sticks with things to eat
Harmlessly they shape our wood into a tiny home
A private nest, motionless, watching while Red roams.
Lying motionless for weeks
Eyes tracing fleur de lis
The peeling paper of grief
Lit by dappled window
We hauled ourselves o’er river
Up valley, down street
A fortress of relief
Where the sun streams in
Letterbox dropped all over
Exhaustive help depletes
Children playing down the creek
Treated from top to feet
The wardrobe grew expansive
The widening face to greet
In the mirror of my memory
My morning stranger meet
A thickening of walls and doors
A latch that won’t fool many
The welcome mat rolled up and out
For neighbours warm and friendly
The distance and the silence grew
A universe between them
Majestic prose still flows in space
Though gracious few receive it
The stranger in the mirror
Grows accustomed to the stare
Our eyes meet and smile
A sweet surrendered air
Hiding in plain sight
My former figure forgets
Politely nod and carry along
The new friend in our midst
New and aged silver and brave
Though some might say contrary
The glimmer in her eye reveals
The joy in giving Glory
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