Tag: Life
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Swords & Flowers

It’s been a long walk To the house softness. I sulk, balk and talk.. Of extreme-unfairness To the sharp edges..Swords are safe hedgesFlowers are lethal truthSo strange, yet smoothI see the real form nowAs the veil lifts like a doveStill love the sword more Sheathed now by flower door
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Coming Back Home

I fell in love with the forest. In it my loudness was swallowed By the sounds of its morning creatures In it my too muchness was morphedBy the towering trees – 1000 years old In it my weirdness was adoptedBy the family of unknown species In it my treble voice was made chorusBy the billion…
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A Grand Feast

You want to give me attentionOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like coffee.You want to give me validationOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like sugar.You want to give me adviceOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like tea leaf.You want to give me painOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like chilly.You want to give me companyOkay, I’ll take it. It’s…
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Cake, Autumn & Tea

Like in autumn treesLoose their leaves that Touch the earth & decay I loose parts of me That dissolve & fill My cup of silent griefThere are many graves Invisible but felt onWarm winter morningsShowing up like Unsolicited visitors At my thick door of silenceShaped like tears of various Size out it of nowhere And…
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Sea of Words

I wade into the water Full of words, feeling itCold against my skin.So many of them likeSalmons in the riverRushing to the sea ..Like a hungry bear I Find a promising spotTo catch them for I amStarved after a long Winter. So I stand andWait. For I must eat. Writing suddenly feelsLike murder & I…
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Angels Speaking

Oh little one you have no clueHow much you are loved, dotedThe army that stands in waiting For your one flick of an eye The light in hiding ready to shineWith just one sigh of your being. Oblivious that all your moments areWatched, well laid & wonderfulYou were made with at most care,With pure intention…
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My Fascination With Fairytales

I love stories with pictures. I think that’s how I got hooked to books. N then movies. Everything I read and watched had stories. Mum says from the age of 2 I would watch wide eyed at the pictures in the news paper. Later my grammy told me stories from mythology and took me to…
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Stardust

I have come a long way. So far from where I started the memories are fading. But I know how it feels in my body..all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the magic, the myth, the epic. 2022 was dark.. but that’s why I saw what I was made of … STARDUST. That’s…
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The Gift

The soft stories ofGentle connections Is a mystery to meHow they are soCalm even in anger Or composed inSadness is quantumPhysics to me.I know broken vasesCracks in the wallDeafening silenceAnxious fear & scarringScreaming. All contactsAre warfare where youFight to be safe n waitFor the storm when itHas gotten quietSoft laughter & lovingConversations at dinnerGentle tucking…
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Sign Posts

No matter what direction I take in my life I always come to this center. This anchor. This cornerstone. Over the years no matter how far I feel I have wandered from my core I am reminded that, though it may not seem like it, but I am on the path I am supposed to…
