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A Spark of Worth
Little orange mushrooms sprout,
The ruffle running along a crack
In the dark wooded log.
The rain is constant,
Drizzling across the lake,
Fogging the air,
Settling gloom into everything. -
Organized Yet Abstract
A streak of gray rushes to the sky,
Soaring and arching,
Up, up, up.
A thin line of smoke is left behind,
A trail of the firework's journey.
It begins to ark,
The parabola beginning to be graphed, -
An Arrow Drawn Back
My fingers pull back,
The arrow drawn with it,
The tip aimed down at the target.
My breathing steadies,
My thoughts slow,
Nothing else mattering.
The thin, pointed cone aims,
Steading towares the ring, -
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.
Loves
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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.
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It feels as though so much has changed and yet
The tides still ebb
The sun still rises
The trees still grow
My curls are longer now.
We have a new president new governorsDifferent colors speckling made up maps
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I wish
I wish I could see the world like a puzzle
with each piece
having one
rightful
place.
But there is far too much
idealist romantic
in me
for that to be the case.
I think
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Eyes Opened and Closed
Every time I open my eyes I see a different world staring back at me.
Sometimes it’s beautiful.
Sometimes I hate it.
Lately, I've seen more hate than love.
