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Sleepwalking

Dreaming into daytime
Hope that begins to take place
Unpredictable people hiding their fears
Unconscious looks all over their face

Fluently speaking to others
Some making no sense at all
Dreamers keep on dreaming
I continue to fall

My dreams somehow have ended
I’m walking in my sleep
Tomorrow’s never coming
I’m fading to the deep

I’m seeing the man in the window
He’s talking to me day-to-day
Dreamlands lost it’s luring
My nights are filled with gray

 


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Glittering eyes

 

Who Fears the Devil?

Who Fears the Devil? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

frozen like statues

 

her breathing warms my mind

 

the feeling of slight  movement

 

a joy , that’s one of a kind

 

the calm of continued silence

 

glittering eyes that say it all

 

soul slightly leaves my body

 

my skin begins to crawl

 

memory’s flash and then again

 

a prevailing fear  returns

 

joy has changed , this fears mundane

 

my conscience begins to burn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Autumn

Autumn’s fingers poke into
blue skies, coloring trees
crimson, orange, yellow and gold,
dusting them with wealth,
expectation of change this time of year.
Frost soon,
gregarious announcer of winter
hunches with gray shoulders as
if it were a cat stretching. An odd
justice creeps over the land,
killing summer, erasing fall, and
lighting the landscape with white
moments.
No
October treasure remains.
Pilfered, we trudge on toward December
quietly, steadily, with
ragged
slicing
teeth cutting into growth
under the snows.
Violence erupts, blizzard
winds whip with
extraordrinary power,
yammering temperatures to
zero.


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negligence has blinded my fated outcome

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in my beginning ,I was taught wrong from right. I was taught to respect people for who and what they are. I remember everyday life being so easy , choices were easy to make.  We all just did what we did…..there were no arguments , we all just got along .. most of the time . Then came the night of July 18 1979…..and my whole life was changed forever.

           Sid was very high-strung for a seventeen year old. He was working on farms as far back as I remember. Sid and I went to the same school and were in the same grade from the beginning of our childhood . We had been through many changes together from desire for the attentions of girls to the very first drink of an alcoholic beverage. Sid was average in size , gray eyes just like steel and medium dark brown hair. He always walked with confidence and had an optimistic smile on his face.

           The school year for 1979 was drawing to an end. Sid and I were working on the same farm as our work was plentiful due to putting in hay and planting corn. We ran to the car after a long and dreary day in school . Sid started it up revving the engine for anyone that would watch. We took off tires squealing and disappeared down the road heading for work.

 

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being afraid

everyday fears they seem never-ending

consciously hiding while my mind continues bending

anxiously waiting for things to appear

I sit here so nervous, in my own little sphere

afraid of the touch by any around

feelings of gagging, feeling all bound

all give me options of how things could be

I always have known that this is just me

afraid in my thoughts of what people will say

as always my thinking is kept close at bay

this shyness I have may never be strayed

transparent is life from being afraid

 

 

 

 

 


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Message to Melissa

So, Melissa, now that we have arrived on the last day of April, are you going to ask people to submit their month-long-edited poems? It’s been an interesting exercise, and I only wish that I had begun a little of my poem at the beginning and added to it, rather than writing the whole thing and then editing for a month. That was tough, although it produced a lot of changes that I like.

Thank you for offering this challenge. I’m glad I took part, even though circumstances dictated that I had to miss a few days.

Cheers! (as someone we all know and love says!)


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glide

what
benefit
has your love
so quiet and fearful,
dormant in its shrouded heart?

please
don’t believe
the pale vocabulary
of this ambivalant world,
silence its own sharp betrayal.

and what
benefit has my
abundant heart if
not sharing our pain?

i am
not afraid
of your fear.

reach then,
reach for my hand
the true sky is waiting.
couple these hearts together
and we can glide above this fray.

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Written April 2013


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cradle

how

did you

with so few words

and that infinite glance,

detour the world’s cruelties

never speak of forgiven mistakes

allay every fear and each lingering doubt

absorb life’s injustice in your enormous heart?

and the electricity of fingertips awakened my senses

yet i never thought once i deserved to be loved.

and now curling safely in it’s cradle embrace

how, is a question i hope has an answer.

but

how is

that question

i’ll continue to ask……

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bloom

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with delicate and

slow unfurling

let me savor

then, every

curl and

ruffle.

our

spring

is upon us

i’m here waiting,

an ear to your soil

and listening.

always.


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her last page

many thanks to Sky Vani, for sharing this song and beautiful video.
feel free to play it low as a soundtrack, as i did while writing this poem.

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as early as her day begins, it ends
a sad memoir echoes an empty room,
and she breezes through her motions
without a care in this world.
as if her love never really ended
wrote the diary, it’s last page.

wide cupped latte’
a quick croissant
and her habitual daily stroll
to every place they ever met.
she’s hoping without a prayer
he’ll be sitting there as always
in his favorite, corner chair.

she chooses spools of woven thread
from the French village mercerie,
that suggestive red dress
he always loved
and it’s noticeable tear.
as if life never did really end
wrote the diary, her last page.

written April 2013


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Through

Setting the Dark on Fire

Through that night

and from across a room

Through crowded strangers

and all my awkward shyness

Through every hurt remembered

and scattering debris of aborted plans

Through a slow death in every unloved soul

and that night, that miracle night

Through our infinity of eyes

and every hum and flutter

Through faith rewarded

and there was you

and every night

there was you

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