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Poetry

Open. Release.

But did they give you a box of darkness?

Or was the darkness

already inside of you.

Waiting for someone to press:

open.

And release.

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Poetry

A Silver Breath

I have craved your whispering goodness.

I have known your shadows deep.

And here we sing

to a tender memory

of scattered and tumbling

diamond dust.

A silver breath

of life

incomplete.

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Poetry

This Place of Quiet

I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home.

I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees

and the sunset that melts across the bay.

This quiet.

It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child, it is the aching

of a freshly broken heart.

I know it well.

I know this place of quiet so well.

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Poetry

Sleepy Heart

Sleepy heart,

whisper to me

of laughter and love;

comfort trickling down

the mountain of mysterious

life.

Shall I bring the sunrise?

Shall I wipe away these tears

with the sweet knowing

of tomorrows smile?

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 12. Darling Days

The echo of two hearts

drifting down the hall,

and all the darling days

we skipped arm in arm,

like children;

no more.

All the beauty of our yesterday,

I remember you.

Fondly,

I remember the darling days,

and I smile

as I crack down the middle

again.

Another fork in the road.

Another road of destiny

to travel.

Without you.

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Life

Hiding

There must have been a fire like this before.

The last fire…

she couldn’t remember it,

couldn’t remember a burn

on each and every side before.

Then again

she had a habit of forgetting the fire

like all the other humans did.

Of hiding it under rocks

and mud

and other things.

Like boyfriends,

then husbands,

then wine.

Hiding the flames worked for a while.

Hiding the flames had always worked.

For a while.