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Gardening My Story
I stare at the words in front of me,
The blank space below them,
The keys beneath my fingertips,
The possibilities I could bring to life.
Story lines bud in my mind,
But I hold back from letting them blossom,
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A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,
Glimmering and glinting across the lake.
It’s a pocket of sunshine,
A pillow of glowing hope,
A pool of life.
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The Orchestra of Fall
Autumn leaves flutter around my head,
The color popping in the chilly,
Swirling air.
The veins stretch out,
Delicate within the leaves.
They connect,
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A Pathway of Hope
Bits of sunshine peep through tree branches,
The rays cascading over the glimmering water.
The reflected light forms a pathway,
A trail towards the sun.
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Complex Ridiculousness
Thoughts and ideas twirl,
Merging storylines,
Squashing facts,
Manipulating personalities,
Melding stories together.
Little pockets of reality spin
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Galleries of Mantras
Everyone has their own religion,
Something they can look upon.
It could be a motto,
A quote or a book.
There are widely known religions,
With belief filled books.
But even then,
Loves
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what a week this year has been
I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems.
I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote.
Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday
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The Women
The two of them sit on the porch
basking in the sunlight
letting their toes explore the first
frost-bitten mud of spring
Talking about life and death and sex
and little Mika's school play
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Is That What You're Wearing?
“Is that what you’re wearing”
She says
Not as a question
But a judgment
A cold declaration
That I’m doing something wrong
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Tonight, stars are falling.
Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
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Fire
Fire is like a person. You can change how it looks but it's still the same.
You can color your hair, pierce your ears or change your clothes, but you're still the same person.
