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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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Separation
It's always the goodbyes that are hardest
especially when you've gotten so close
after years of distance
it's worst when you don't end up getting to spend the time you wanted to spend with them
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Summer Smiles
Summer always meant clear skies to me,
With a never-ending supply of sunshine,
And a night that would never arrive,
Where time is paused mid-afternoon,
And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,
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Outsider
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
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My Ankle Hurts
My ankle hurts
because I stepped funny
at the very beginning
of my very own bat mitzvah party.
I might've twisted it
I don't really know
but I can't sit a certain way
otherwise the pain returns
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picking up the pieces
sarcastic jabs and quippy lines
I hope you know I usually don't mean it
and I know my best is not enough
but that's what being human is all about
I don't have to worry about perfection
I will overcome compulsions
