Stars flung to space
Treasures locked in depths
Oasis buried beneath
Comes close
To where I land
Apart from your keep
Lands apart
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Love and other flowers
That bespoke place in the brain
Next to memory
Smell and taste
Lead me to dream awake
Lashings of cream with rhubarb cake
Pearl white shells sit idly by
As she comes and goes
Lucky to be plucked from the sea
Eager hands admired so brilliantly
Abalone bilateral symmetry
Reused diaries
Tip toe through last year
Ruminations on cake and cream
Another few hundred photographs
Under my belt
A haunted belief
Things are still not as they seem
Ritual of coffee making
Resurrects the voice of the past
Reciting how it's made
We always begin again until the end
Living breathing bodily houses
full of living apparitions
Of love and other flowers
Snowflake
Cool thoughts of you
Melt like a snowflake
On my tongue
Love like
A sign language
Understood completely
without a single word
To know what one feels
A living eulogy
To be oneself
Without apology
To be cheered on
By your own team
Receive outstretched arm
When you fall
A desire to be known
Weathered scars and all.
Brave spirit
Backyard incinerators
Filled with reams
Of poetry
Never saw daylight
Nor reached the ears
Of those intended
A phenomena
Known only as fears
Crippling heights
Of vulnerability
Stifle our breath
Until conquered
Poetry and pinnacles
Require brave spirit
Caught
Oddest moments
Tease mercilessly
Caught unawares
Sting of grief
Bloom in the dark
The sweeter the peach
We are linked in a co-evolutionary circle.
The sweeter the peach, the more frequently we disperse its seeds, nurture its young, and protect them from harm.
Food and plants act as selective forces on each other’s evolution – the thriving of one in the best interest of the other.
This, to me, sounds a bit like love.
Robin Wall Kimmerer in Braiding Sweetgrass
Love more
Do everything you can
To tell someone you love them
Even if they don’t understand
Why someone would.
It is a given
That one who struggles
To see themselves
As loveable
Need it more
Than those who
Love themselves more
Than you
Never erased
Tears spilled
Into ink well
Until overflowed
Onto blank page
Of future days
Now never erased
If I'd begged
Bowed down to power
Where would I be now?
Holding the broken limbs
Of my worn out pride
Barely alive
Count the stars of heaven 