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I Don’t Understand I don’t understand Harsh words Shot at me, creating indents in my pride I don’t understand The faults others find in Him I don’t understand That shadow in the cave But that is why they are there Arms full of Answers All I have to do is throw in a hook and […]
MoreRise Wait But don’t watch As they wheel your husband in, Emaciated legs exposed Under pale blue gown. His arms, once muscular, Now skeletal, grip edges Of the gurney, as his chest Heaves against the straps, Ribs jutting out from under thin cloth. Shudder When they call you in and You see him, his eyelids […]
MoreAnd Here I Live She hides in an armor of lines and stanzas, Wrapped tight by all her pretty words. I watch her sometimes, chat with her while she writes furiously; I worry she’ll be strangled by her chains of imagery. Some day she’ll drown in all that sticky ink, Covering her vision, already weakened […]
MoreThe glassy sky, so clear to the eye His fingers brushes helplessly, against a sea of words, nearly enough to flood the world Swiftly he glides mindlessly, like a baby swallow’s first flight Ignorantly, the small bird doesn’t realize that his delicate, fragile wings fight to carry his weight A navy blue blur goes by […]
MoreDear America, I sing you, in my way, I do My tongue twines around the syllables of red and white, and starry blue I may not sing the America of the redwood forests or the Gulf Stream waters, but I sure sing the America of the New York Islands I may not sing the America […]
MoreThey Are Too Reaching, for life. Anyone, willing to listen. To talk. To be. But I remain. Alone, but for my shadow. My thoughts. Not even the phonies come near me. They are too caught up in their own superficial worlds where the words that come tumbling out of their mouths glint in the false […]
MoreThe Stream of Time Deep in every plant, animal, and human, Time has left its mark on everything. One blink and a tiny seed has become a huge tree. Another blink, a century has gone by. Deep in every leaf lies a story. Each story, the enchanted display of life, holds a simple secret. The […]
MoreIMPRINTS i want to hug you to embrace you so completely that no part of you is left unadmired or unloved because each time i touch you, you become a litttle bit more mine and i want to do it, i want to touch you again and again and again and again AND AGAIN! so […]
MoreThe times when the world doesn’t have a grasp on her she teeter-totters on the brink of her sanity and the brink of the world. She can’t talk, but when her fingers delicately ease back the smooth wood and reveal a new realm of black and white she can sing and her eyes turn into […]
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