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A Determination to Grow
Little berries lie in front of me,
The seeds still clinging to the vine,
The red still darkening to black.
They greedily soak up the sun,
Their cloroplasts begging for the light,
Their leaves fanning open. -
Overlapping theories
My eyes study my drawing,
Laying simply on the white paper in front of me,
Pouring over the intersecting lines,
Connecting corners,
And overlapping connections.
Each line is only a representative, -
A Story Whirls Into View
My feet spin my bike pedals,
Pushing me along the trail
As stories invade my focus.
My mind swirls,
Colors whirl,
As ideas emerge from the flurry.
Names fill my head,
Plots come into view,
Places teleport into my thoughts. -
A Capability of Beauty
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures: -
A Glowing Aura of Relaxation
The sun dips behind the mountains,
Only some of the light shines,
A peachy aura emerging.
The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
Letting themselves drift with the wind,
The peace settling into the mist,
Refracting the glow, -
Appreciating Where Flowers Will Emerge
I trace my fingers across the grass,
the little green shards,
the silky plants tickling my skin.
It has survived the winter,
the dry brown it had become
slowly disappearing,
turning rich green from the sun.
Loves
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One Word
Every
word
you say has the power to
alter the
world,
every sentence has the power
to
create
and
destroy,
every paragraph has the
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I'm Sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for what
My country is doing
For what we seem to think
Is OK
I'm sorry for how
My president is acting
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Gaea and Her Children
As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.
I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.
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Vulnerable
At school
we're doing a poetry unit.
"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"
My friend says.
What we didn't realize, though,
was that the teacher turned on the tap
to our inner selves
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You
What if you were
just
a thought,
an idea,
a possibility,
a thing floating
with nowhere to
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Come and See
Your God is not my God. Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.