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Poetry

Rainy Days

Rainy days,

come find me sweet.

Spill your goodness

into the arms of the day,

until the sun shines on the fields

once more.

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Poetry

The Day The Sun Died

The ocean was alive the day the sun died.

Nobody saw its white beauty.

Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin.

Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died.

Pain instead of joy, broken instead of fixed;

life, never to shine again.

The sun was dead.

Still the ocean was perfect.

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Poetry

I Will Not Fight

I will not fight.

I will spend the rest of my life

creating beautiful things.

And I will search

for the beautiful things of others

until I shine.

Lit up by beautiful things.

I will not fight.

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Poetry

Don’t Ask Me

Please don’t ask me,

because I know you think

I know the answer.

We’re all looking for the answer

thinking someone else has it.

Some speak as though they know the answer.

That’s because they do.

They know their answer

but they don’t know mine

and they don’t know yours.

I suppose we’ll have to search

beneath the rubble of life

until we find it.

Then again,

perhaps each and every step of the journey

is the answer.

Perhaps we’ll never know for sure.

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Poetry

Roast Potatoes

It is a long

painful

journey.

But the roast potatoes

are out

of this

world.

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Poetry

Fly Away

Falling from the sky

she sings,

‘One day I’ll fly away’.

Knowing she’ll always be falling.

Knowing she’ll always be

longing

to fly

away.

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Poetry

Diamonds and Stones

My next life lesson

will be to blow through days of stone,

and understand that days of stone

do not indicate a whole life

of stone.

Still there are diamond days.

Always

there will be both.

And never

am

I

broken.

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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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Life

A Bloggy Snooze

Hi guys, ❤️

I thought I might take a little time away from our lovely bloggy land.

I’ll miss you a fair bit, so I might be back in a couple of days, or three or four. Or a week. (No longer than a week, I don’t imagine.)

It occurred to me the other day that I always have the tap turned on and flowing toward this place, and that it might be nice to turn it off, or at least, around, for a while.

I’m sure the creative flow will just split off into another river of expression. What will it be, I wonder? I do have some pot-plant pots that need painting. A canvas that’s been sitting bare for about six-months (partly because I’m lazy, partly because I’m busy, and partly because I can’t really paint.)

Anyway, I thought a bit of time to recharge might be nice.

I’ll be in the contact section if anyone needs me.

Sending so much love, you guys.

Soon. ❤️

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Life

Beneath It All

Beneath it all, there is a human.

Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too.

We get so lost beneath things that are not real.

The stories we create to make life more.

But no story—not a day on the moon, not a night among the stars—will ever compare to the authentic moments of you.

My fellow humans.

When my soul meets yours and I say:

I see you. I really do see you. And it’s okay. And I love you.

That’s all there is, surely.

Surely, that is all there truly is.

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