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Poetry

How Is A Rose To Grow?

A rose to meet the morning bright,

to grow in cheer,

to gather life.

Yet day to day

the rose does wither,

day to day the rose does wither,

lost

beneath the foggy dreary.

Lost.

Beneath.

How is a rose to gather

honey sweet

from deep blue trees?

How is a rose to grow

in the dark

of uncaring

life?

How is a rose to grow?

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Poetry

Love

It is a beautiful thing

to know love.

To feel it

burning,

aching,

glowing;

how I have known love

is as small as an hour born

of its grand, magnificent day.

I have loved in many ways.

Is there a garden I am yet to find?

A moment still to spring

upon the delicate plough of yesterday?

I am certain there is more to come.

I shall wait for it by the gate

where the red roses wither

and the daffodils wake

in sweet tufts

of two.

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Poetry

She

I am the wind,

and she is the earth

that knows me.

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Poetry

Alleyways

Slinking down alleyways,

thrilled by the rippling dark.

Black

upon white, cold

stone.

Daisies tilt their heads:

smile.

Axes bite into crimson bone,

dwelling in the corners

of the corners.

Pure.

Devilish.

A curious mix.

Grace breathes life

into fire.

Life breathes fire

into grace.

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Poetry

The Day Moon

When the day moon shines

from its blue morning home,

I reach into the quiet

and feel

once again

the tender, sweet moments

of yesterday.

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Poetry

Twinkle, Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle little light

shine on me your beauty bright.

Hold me gently, love me dear

show me I have naught to fear.

Twinkle, twinkle little light

sing me through the darkest night.

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A Blog a Day in May

The Stars Inside

The human might do well

to remember

that the body is an instrument

which can only be played perfectly

by the stars

that live inside of it.

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A Blog a Day in May

Wildling Feet

Wildling feet have danced too long

in the forest of evergreen,

waiting for the leaves

to change and

fall.

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Poetry

Home Is Where The Heart Is

My heart

lives

inside of me.

Dearest, home.

I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.

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Poetry

In the Stars

Meet me in the stars

my precious little ones.

And we will dance

and play

and love

without the endings

human life

must eventually bring.

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