Ethereal love races
Through electric fingertips
Satin sound
Whispers
To the deepest soulparts
Iridescent lightning
Brightens darkened hearts
All in a single second.
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Category: poetry
Sea Glass Mosaic
you.
you are a seaglass mosaic.
don’t be fearful of your imperfections. they are what make you.
i know the resiliency of your skin is being tested. a seemingly never-ending current of depression is sweeping up, splashing the places you’ve reassembled many times.
let the wave reflect your courage rather than shadow your beauty. stand strong. let it wash over you. embrace the tide rather than bracing for it.
your finish will crack. maybe even break. but it’s okay. each crack represents new wisdom and love for life. each break will expose a new facet of your Self.
let sadness rinse away anything unnecessary, leaving only the important pieces.
after the tide, pick up what’s left, rebuild, and glisten in the sun once more.
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Our Masterpiece
Baby?
Will you paint me a picture?
Give me red first. Like lust. Then love, and sometimes anger, but always finish with love again. Orange for pumpkins during our favorite season, Detroit Tigers, and the street cone I tossed out of our nineteenth-floor window. Show me yellow like the sun at Coney Island and the hair of the first little girl I wanted to have. Green like the lawn I prayed we would one day own, and I suppose your favorite football team, too. Blues like the ocean in St. Thomas and tears I’ve cried, both good and bad. Purple for the flowers you bought me that one year.
Remember those?
Shadow and shade the death and sadness, because our lives have had that, too.
And please don’t forget gold for the ring that sparkles on my finger, and white for the dress the day I said, “I do”.
Baby? Paint our picture of forever.
Photo courtesy of Morgan Sessions/Unsplash.
In the Woods
Your distinguished oak trees shelter me from raging storms, still
the darkness between I fear.
Photo courtesy of Artur Rukowski/Unsplash
Mustard Seed
I found mustard seed today, and remembered to let faith soar.
If it can be found there in seeds, then it can be found in war.
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Salutations
Out your mouth, exhale
Cancer, violence, and death. Into chaturanga, progress.
Let your chest rise in cobra. Inhale.
Let breath out like a steady dragon. Inhale.
Downward dog. Fingers and toes pressed firmly to earth. Exhale.
Take in the dawn of tomorrow like the warmth of coffee. Progress.
Pro-gress.
Empty your lungs. Right foot forward in crescent. Inhale.
Left foot forward and bend at the hips. Exhale.
Breathe. Lengthen spine and reach for the skies above. Exhale.
Stand on the edge of the new year, arms outstretched for hope, love, and progress.
Palms together in prayer. Through your nose, inhale.
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Winter
Chill permeates the frost-covered grass
And bare trees rustle quietly.
Grey skies loom, threatening war
And wind slices your breath
When it leaves your lips.
A snowflake falls.
Zip your coat,
Winter’s
Here.
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Tick, Tock
Seconds slowly slip through fingers
Time ticks by, it’s lost forever
Blood has spilt and still it lingers
Seconds slowly slip through fingers
Tomorrow is our last endeavor
Seconds slowly slip through fingers
Time ticks by, it’s lost forever
Photo by Heather Zabriskie
Silence.
Ink is silent, without wording.
Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag.
Gears are stuck, no longer turning.
Flowing words have caught a snag.
Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching.
Visions have been choked and gagged.
Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur
Nature’s Dance
Nature dances its ballet.
Rolling mountains touch the sky,
In this place, my getaway.
Blades of green grass gently sway.
Pollen twirls from low to high.
Nature dances its ballet.
In the creek, the water plays.
Crickets sing a lullaby
In this place, my getaway.
Lightning bugs are on Broadway,
As the moon begins to fly.
Nature dances its ballet.
Deer gallop, then grand jeté,
As the sun begins to rise,
In this place, my getaway.
The dance, at dawn, breaks away,
And it’s time to say goodbye.
Nature dances its ballet.
In this place, my getaway.
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