vacationing from myself
amidst the tangled pines
I found
an answer
soft brown needles littered
the earth
stripes of pale
pink
held my hands
frozen as the sun
fell from
my sky
I stood
head bent
breath held
knowing
entered parted
lips
and washed through
filling
spiraling downward
pushed back by
hesitation
rising up
free again
shaking off
my embrace
to flow
between shadowy branches
and midnight mist
and blowing away
on the evening
breeze
leaving me
perched on
uncertainty
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Fragile Strength
Beneath dreams of feathered wings
Amid hopes of shiny grandeur
Behind a shell of porcelain
encasing her mind,
small droplets gather.
Built upon by words unspoken
unbroken in spirit, free to roam
engulfed in thoughts alive with breath
standing on triumphs
perceived in repose
Sliding past skin lined with laughter
ever faster downward path
seeping in cracks slowly widening
burned by steaming fears
smoldering with devotion
Amid hopes of shiny grandeur
Behind a shell of porcelain
encasing her mind,
small droplets gather.
Built upon by words unspoken
unbroken in spirit, free to roam
engulfed in thoughts alive with breath
standing on triumphs
perceived in repose
Sliding past skin lined with laughter
ever faster downward path
seeping in cracks slowly widening
burned by steaming fears
smoldering with devotion
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Seeking Serenity
rounding the bend
my inner fragile girl
thrilled to the sound
peepers sliding up
through the mud
rejoicing in a frenzied
but even
rhythm
I could just barely
blink along
and my breath
could only
play low
accompanying chords
in answer
and still
a dream washed over me
cleansing
worries
Rounding the bend
curved wood dressed
stream
feeding their
spring mud
rang vigorously
singing along
silently
promising
cool
mists
quenching my
injured spirit
and then...
your rumbling motor
invaded my reverie
just as
I sensed
a serene
path ...
your squawking
request for direction
robbed
me of
mine
my inner fragile girl
thrilled to the sound
peepers sliding up
through the mud
rejoicing in a frenzied
but even
rhythm
I could just barely
blink along
and my breath
could only
play low
accompanying chords
in answer
and still
a dream washed over me
cleansing
worries
Rounding the bend
curved wood dressed
stream
feeding their
spring mud
rang vigorously
singing along
silently
promising
cool
mists
quenching my
injured spirit
and then...
your rumbling motor
invaded my reverie
just as
I sensed
a serene
path ...
your squawking
request for direction
robbed
me of
mine
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