Poem: I Am Flowers


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I am Snap Dragon

with fire fingers

which have lost their click

 

I am Rose

that has learned to kneel

to hide my height

 

I am Queen Anne’s Lace

now a pauper

begging for freedom

 

I am Bird Of Paradise

wings clipped

roaming the sands

 

I am Tulip

mouth quiet

because no-one will listen

 

I am Bleeding Heart

ever battling

slowly dying

 

I am Iris

forever watching

but never seen

 

I am Freesia

saving your soul

while lost in the night

 

I am Marigold

filled with riches

only a few can see

 

And I Crocus

much as I speak

I’m heard as a toad

 

We are Pink

We are Hellebore

We are Mugwort

And Phlox

 

Touch-Me-Not

for I can never be

reached

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Poem: Stillness


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In stillness

times when I sat

hushed under ancient pines

back brushed up against wizened skin

small

yet safe

cradled silently

beneath an immobile mammoth

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In stillness

near a whispering brook

whose words spoke sense

when nothing else could

they drifted past

in bubbles of music

floating by

in ripples of spray

to be caught in moments

of calm

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And in stillness

sitting upon the hill

with warmth from above

creatures close by

and sharing the peace

near by voices are small

and my belly is round

while the world is spinning beyond

In stillness

In stillness

It lies

 

 

 

A Day Outside 


Another walk in a nature preserve today. 

Not as nice as the other one I visited and this one cost money. 

There appeared to be fewer birds but lots of grass. It would be a great mountain bike area. 

Still it was a lovely day outside and it was peaceful. The highway noise distant. 

There were very few people too so if an alligator decided to crawl up and eat me, no one would notice. 

It was a bit boring terrain actually, flat and monotonous. 

So they add things to climb up to make it feel like there’s elevation. 

I couldn’t see a blessed thing out of that contraption. More photos tomorrow…

Poem: Listening 


When my head pulses 

And blood broils beneath the surface 

of my prickling skin

I swoon with weary human voices 

Beating in my brain 

Away 

Far from vacuums 

Draining my force 

And stealing my soul

I run 

Face  first into beauty 

Wrapping vision around what awaits 

There with open arms 

Then sooth the saddened beast 

By stopping 

And listening 

To the quiet music of our world