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Wide-Eyed Dreaming, a Slow Start

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When dawn awakes at a darkened hour

shall I dream or shall I lament

This life is not meant for those that cower

our thoughts alone can detriment

The clouds can shift and storms arise

in my lifetime I can attest

Air that brings forth compromise

can much surprise beset

Day treads forth and unearths details

that represent a life

With small change my heart might sail

others bring me strife

But never trade your wide-eyed dreaming

because things might depart

Allow those tears a cleansing streaming

sometimes the gift is a slow start

 


Maria ( /məˈraɪ.ə/)

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here is ancestors’ voice

rising upon the air

encircling

welcome home

allowance

I am

love not lost

preserved in breath

the fill

the unheard

ponders answered

here

now

definitions fall

I am

not to heal

not broken

no path is straight

just forward

nothing destroyed

merely changing form


Hiking Mystic

repelling down a loose strand

of raggedy mountains

while stars spark

into ginger clouds

laughter screaming

down the chute

lean back, no forward

speed is the same

eagerness enhances

lean forward

inhale kicked up dust

for there we return

at the end of the strand

*******

raggedy mountain


Half Century

no flapper dress at 50

or tarantulas running wild

no desire for more poison

or acting like a child

 

communing with the living

not bringing back the past

creating from experience

that’s a high that lasts

 

spilling food, drink, & secrets

loving knowledge that i own

surrounded by what matters

finding most of it at home

 

say goodbye to forties

some other decades too

no comparison with others

to myself i am now true

 

 


Pterodactyl Screams

I keep waiting

for a rain

or reign

of knowledge

to hand me freedom

 

in all my waiting

tightly wrapped

as cloak

with dagger

is omnipotent fear

 

perhaps this waiting

births sobriety

of mood

and soul

draining creative thirst

 

leaving me waiting, waiting, waiting

for pterodactyl screams


Pleonastic Mortal

 feeling abandoned & forgotten
we search & seek
 then wish & hope
to be more than an optional accessory
 becoming an eternal phoenix


Hollow Core Door

I’m easy to dent

it may have always been this way

walked through, left open, slammed shut

a forceful punch puts a hole in my core

no easy way to patch, it always leaves a scar

now unhinged and homeless

searching for a way to re-purpose

table to eat upon

desk for recording history

bookshelf of others’ stories

or

filled up and left solid