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Slumbering Peaks July 22, 2015

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High above where the air is thin
the fir-backed giants slumber.
Sleeping deep and dreaming big
their earthly lives none remember.

The trees sway and rocks tumble
the dreaming giants quake.
Prophecised or otherwise
for reasons lost, the mountains wake.

Pulling up roots and bending their knees
tree trunks crack against ancient bones.
Much has changed since last it woke
empires lost and new seeds sown

Shaken by sights of smoke and tar,
it sleeps to escape the age of war.

Drought March 4, 2015

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The well had gone dry
it was sudden
but I was not surprised
Not a drop left
no evidence of water
except memory

The ground surrounding it,
cracked and dry,
giving no sustenance to
the nature nearby
soon, all the flowers would wilt
and the dirt would turn to dust

Until, one day
it’s near impossible to believe
anything ever grew here

Every so often an attempt
is made to resurrect
what once was
to no avail
even things that once
encouraged and nourished
this land and filled
this well
have little to no effect

Angry.
I’m just so angry.
Why?
Why has nothing grown?
Seeds and soil
gone to waste

And then rain,
rain out of nowhere
I didn’t even notice
the clouds
Will it be enough?

As the drops hit my
face, I realize

Yes. It’s a start.

Showmanship September 30, 2013

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Everything is dying
piles and piles of
colorful, crunchy corpses
litter the streets
It’s chaos
In the dark, when
dead things are hard
to forget
they are washed away,
pushed aside so that we may get on
with our daily routines
death lingering only in
our peripheral
and easily ignored

But if you ask me,
the pinks and blues
to come
are nothing compared
to a last minute attempt
at showmanship

Apple Tree January 24, 2013

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On my best days
I still think about it
that place that exists only in my mind,
as far as I know.
I close my eyes and
I can feel the gentle breeze
and the grass tickle my ankles
There we have a house,
small but more than enough
We’re rarely inside anyways

We have a bed
and a tea kettle
and one apple tree that
sits outside our window
and taps the glass on stormy nights

We often look toward the horizon
where grass meets sky
and feel nothing but peace

The only reminder of the
world beyond our little house
is the occasional piece of mail
that finds its way to our mailbox
shaped like a bird house

I feel your hand reach for mine
and I smile because
nothing could make this any better

When I open my eyes
real life is blinding and out of focus
but if I squint just right
I can see our one
apple tree

 

 

Tears Grow Nothing March 21, 2012

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Don’t let me define you.
I am not a mirror
and even those are flawed.

Let me start over.

I am a gesture.
At best, a natural occurrence.
A pretty face and nothing more.

Don’t let me decide for you.
That’s not fair
I am not equipped for that
And you deserve better

At the end of the day,
no matter how many petals you pull,
he’s never coming back
And I’m only a flower.

earthly unrest October 13, 2011

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Fresh rain
on warm cement
the scent of what
went in the night
when you meant
to sleep longer hours
between blankets in fright
of the light that will die
when days become cold
and the air much more
bold, tightening our hold on
the layers we’re told will
keep our blood warm
and conquer the storm
that looms overhead
I dread an arrival that
is simply unheard of. My
musings unsaid will hide til
the spring when flowers
give way to the colorful things
But for now, stay inside til
the raining subsides and
the colors don’t crunch
quite as well as I’d like

 

Lighthouse March 25, 2009

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A ship with
no lighthouse
Dead
in the water
You’ve decided
to shine your
light
elsewhere
I’m jealous
of the Captain
that you guide home

Misguided
until further notice
The sharks
are coming
And I’m running
out
of ideas

Do you know
who you’re bringing
ashore?
All you see
are sails
A siren
leading you
to the rocky,
attractive landing

Brace yourself
for the worst
Crash landing
or smooth sailing
The forecast
is unclear
fear it
or be its
vicitim

If you need
me
I’ll be
here
Floating aimlessly
Until I find
another
lighthouse

Flowers February 28, 2009

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Dressed accordingly
for every occasion
A change in wardrobe
for each new season

Ready for parties
and weddings in spring
Arranged in bouquets
and large, festive rings

On call during sundown
for the funeral march
Honoring the souls
on their way to depart

Some are expensive
but others are free
And some whose rare beauty
we travel to see

They don’t last forever
but it’s clear what they’ve said
Praise for the lovers
or honoring the dead

Until the next season
come April and May
We’ll cherish the beauty
 we all know won’t stay

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