Muddy, waters, run
Brain clouds, emotions tangle
Clear my head, soul, breathe.
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Clear sky, cloudless, sun
Memory for Winter time
When the snow banks rage.
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Grief clouds us, dumbstruck
Unclear, disbelief, shock, pain
The world is not kind.
Conference clapping (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Tiny pink dancer
toes point, eyelids flutter, joy
clap, people, my girl
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Clappety Clap Clap
Goes the Jamaican Rhythm
Smile, dance, laugh. Our way.
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Blood Moon (Photo credit: AZAdam)
Blood red moon
when the stars stop twinkling out of fear
there is a different air, like holding your
breath way too long, past the point
of sanity.
Crimson streaks of blood are streaming down the bold
crisscrossed striped lines on her wrists and her arms
like a colored waterfall,
past the point of pain.
This was the day, the day she had been waiting for,
to ease her troubled, drug induced life.
Heroin was her hero,
this was the only way she could be free, she knew that.
Blood red moon, outside the window, looking in.
Finally, she was slipping away, she would be successful in death.
Reaching for the Sun (Photo credit: paperbackwriter)
Sniff sea air, faces
Yield to the sun like tulips
Green water crashes
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Curled, in a tan ball
hiding from treachery, greed
A seashell in sand.
(all photographs are property of the photographers.)
seashell on sand at Avila beach (Photo credit: kingdesmond1337)
Bipolar (Photo credit: Jack Maurice Lesage)
swing (Photo credit: emurray)
Drunken, sick, green face
low, high, eyes soar beyond clouds
coffee alone, sad
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Manic, down, up high
fetus shaped, tears, buy diamonds
Praying for balance.
Purple Buttons (Photo credit: BlueRidgeKitties)
English: ripples (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Layered waves of thread
lilac, the look of summer
luminescent, you.
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First intake of breath
Toes wiggle, squish, squeak with joy
the ripples of sand.
English: Ripples in the sand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
crocus (Photo credit: polkadotsoph)
Spring
I’ve longed for you, dear
old bones ache, lips parched, depressed
A purple crocus.
English: Leaving traces on soft sand dunes in Tadrart Acacus a desert area in western Libya, part of the Sahara. Français : Un marcheur laisse des empreintes sur le sable mou des dunes de Tadrart Acacus, une zone désertique de l’ouest libyen appartenant au Sahara. Italiano: Tracce lasciate sulle soffici dune di sabbia nel Tadrart Acacus, un’area deserta nel sud-ovest libico, deserto del Sahara. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A glimpse of nothing
Rocky mountains of tan sand
I thought I saw you.
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“Don’t leave me” he begged
She stared through his eyes and left
The door slam echoed.
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Imagine the world
an oasis of kindness
white velvet hands stroke.
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Chipping at my heart
like broken glass exploding
Did you have to leave?
“I Am Tired” – NARA – 558861 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
so tired I think my eyes are asleep, they are certainly half closed while i am typing this so forgive the e.e. cummings style, a wonderful poet.i feel like there are pieces of chalk in my eyes, the ones i used to use when I was a kid, outside on the street; thick pieces of multi-colored chalk sticks, pink, yellow, blue, white. they always got on our hands and clothes but they were great for hopscotch games and messages to the world. hearts and balloons and your best friends names. when i was little we had a tight group of friends, 4 of us that played together every day; our moms were great friends too. we played in an alley and our moms sat together on a little wall, talking, smoking cigarettes back then. in the summertime, we would run like crazy when we heard frankie and the Good Humor truck coming around the corner, his familiar voice shouting “Hola Amigo.” our very first Spanish words.we were so proud.
out of the 4 of us, I am still friendly with all of them since we are all in our fifties and have known each other since we were born. our lives live in each others memories, moments that one of us remember, we fill in each others blank stairs; we’re all very different. one guy is not much of a communicator, he sends a joke or two on line once in a while and every ten years we see each other on his big birthdays in July which is fun. the next one will be 6o ,wow that sounds so ancient yet it’s a mere jump. skip and dive into those frozen waters for me. I can’t just yet roll it around my brain or head and certainly not my tongue.not yet.
i could never understand people reading the obituary pages, what’s the point? my 85 year old mother started reading them with one of her friends a few months ago and now she does it every day. i looked at it once and the one time I looked i found our realtor dead, at a young age. or the age they said. she used to tell me about all the cosmetic surgery she would always have; there was no cause of death listed. I was shocked and saddened to see her familiar face on the page.you just don’t expect to know anyone when u glance at the page. i stopped reading after that one.
that’s what tonight has been like, looking at old photographs, too tired to get out of bed to pee, too lazy to go down to the kitchen and snack because i don’t want to change my feeling of warmth and safety from this 60 degree bonus day. we deserved this day, after super-s0aker Sandy and the snowstorm that followed. this tiny neighborhood has outtages every single year, except for this one, we were so very grateful.
thanks for giving us a break this year. we sorely needed it and was much appreciated. i need to save this and then save draft. and then, right away before you say anything else, i will be dropping my head on my cool pillow and try to go to sleep. peaceful sleep. good night.
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