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Life

The Soft Things

The quiet is here and so am I.

I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed.

I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on a rainy path.

I am with this world, but I am captured by it, not a citizen free; can we ever be free, when we have each other to hold? The answer is no, if the heart runs as deep as this.

No, built from sacrifice and deep, deep love.

But how I long to live the day exactly as I choose.

I would live beside the river.

I would walk and feel the breeze.

I would have my family, only.

And I would draw, and sing

and give my heart to the soft things.

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Poetry

Twinkling Silence

Hush.

Here in the silence

that lingers between each star.

Close your eyes,

let the sweet velvet black

hold you.

And you will know

(you will know)

that this is all you need.

The twinkling silence that is you.

This is all you need.

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Poetry

I Became The Sky

I could have stared at the sky for hours.

It was glowing.

Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea.

But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me.

It was the feel of it

within me.

So calm, I became the sky.

Peaceful.

Still.

And quietly waiting

for nothing at all.

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Poetry

Soft and Quiet

The time for soft and quiet has come.

Rest.

Lay down the bones of sorrows past.

Yesterday is a hush,

no longer ringing her angry bell.

She knows it true.

The time for soft

and quiet

has come.

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Poetry

In The Silence

Here I sit

in this patch of sun,

beneath this naked tree,

only me.

I ask my heart to hush

so that I might hear the birds.

But just as soon as my heart goes quiet…

so do the birds.

And I am alone.

In the silence.

Waiting for life to sing for me

once again.

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Poetry

Woman

Wade me in the waters of sensuality,

sweet ocean of mine.

Show me the girl that I am.

Call to me the woman that rises

within.

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A Blog a Day in May

The Sun Is Waiting

I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay.

I have plans to sit on the grass

and breathe.

The sun is waiting.

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