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Priorities Out The Door
Every time you think you’re totally in,
Your priorities will change and it’ll end up in the bin.
If you think you’d be anything, to be buried in a book,
Suddenly all you’ll need is to be locked on a look. -
Glowing Inspiration
I lean over the plastic white kayak,
Admiring the magnificent bay,
Filled with dinoflagellates.
The glow, and sparkle,
Dance, and glimmer.
I reach to place my fist in the water, -
Miniature Paradise
I look out the window,
seeing a blanket of green.
The leaves create textures, and patterns.
Orange flowers are peppered through the branches,
popping out like stars in a night sky.
The bark on the trees looks pale -
Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck, -
Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
Creatures, poetry, -
The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking,
Loves
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
wake up & look out the window -
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dear jane
you were always a constant to me.
there was a book in the back of our classroom
tucked between crates of other, more important tomes
it had a picture of you on the cover and i read it almost every day
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