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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.

Twist of Fate March 20, 2015

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He grabbed the necklace
around her neck
and pulled down and away
but the clasp was too strong
so she bent at the waist,
at the strength of it.

It dug into the skin around her neck
the chain of fate,
of burden, and
of power.
She smiled at her feet
and took this moment to
gather herself for his
next actions
his knuckles were white
as his grasp on the pendant
tightened.

She gathered her will,
her faith,
and her courage
and it manifested.
In the palms of her hands,
glowing violet and pulsing

The pendant burned his hand
and he stumbled back.
The witch stood straight again.
Thankfully he had remembered to cast
his eyes away,
her spell broken and powerless
without the windows
to his soul

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.