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Mother Earth watches
waits
silently
patiently
waits
As her resources are pilfered
exploited
by petulant children
who think they are the highest form
evolution’s best
She shudders
as she lumbers along
waits
her energy gathering
until the time
when the children
must be taken to task
for their actions
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin
It feels good
silence allows
stream of steady ideas to flow overlap
disappear
It feels good
to anticipate
put energy into goals and renewal
a new start
a continuation
put to rest past demons that try to rise and smother Now
It feels good
knowing
that closure can be given to an event long overdue
it’s been knocking at the door unanswered
today
uninvited
it burst through
not willing to be denied
demanding attention
flaunting flailing expecting recognition
Despite my surprise
despite my trepidation
despite my lack of understanding
It feels good
This behaviour must stop
NOW
who is punishing who
Am I being punished by your silence
Or are you being punished by my acquiescence
The role of martyr is easy to fall into
the lure of acceptance -poor me-
showing the world how patient how sacrificing we can be
How did it come to this
to such an impasse
a test of wills
who can hold out the longest
I want to see you
I want to have you back in my life
I want to be able to call you up
and have a conversation
Let’s put this behind us
take the leap of faith
find each other again
there can be connection
it was never completely severed
despite what we both thought
Let’s find a way
I’m sorry for my role in this
for not trying harder
reaching out sooner
for suffering the silence
Let’s find a way
No questions asked
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jealousy ugly
envy bird whose fancy dance
leaves dark haunting thoughts
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I find myself in an unknown land
sleep walking
body in a trance
talons of comprehension
have loosened their grasp
taken flight
People smile quarter moon smiles
kindness evident in soft brown eyes
best human qualities on display
but no matter how hard I try
the exotic lilting language
remains foreign to me
estranged
I am learning this milieu
through faculties long dormant
acquiring trust in my senses
Sight allows a glimpse of this new world
garbled symbols join movement, color, style, rhythm
a patchwork concept that taunts
hanging just beyond perception
I smell loneliness, hunger, happiness, JOY
The environment tastes purple
unusual
tantalizing
inviting
Although not mute
my tongue feels twisted
articulation a lost art
formation of sound demands effort
conscious awareness
My ears delight in the musical litany I hear
long for when my own body does not betray
with crass sounds
indelicate and rude
but can join the melodic refrain
lovely angelic chorus
of those that surround me
Morning blush peeks through
fog cloud like a timid child
frost heaves in relief
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Confusion buzzes in my head
like a swarm of angry bees
that have lost their queen
I crave the sweet nectar
of love words
dripping smoothly from your lips
like honey off a comb
But I get
peanut butter and jelly promises
an unwelcome substitute
that sticks with dryness
rather than desire
A little white ball
sits placidly on the grass
Taunts with its presence
dimples gleam in the sunlight
You expect
Hope
it will travel in one direction
but sometimes this impish sphere
has other ideas
As you search the long grass
for this nugget of white rubber and balata
Your mind calculates club selection
based on
angle to the green
length of grass
wind speed
uphill or downhill lie
But ultimately
unless hit perfectly
this little defender of the green
will do what it wants
You are lead hither and yon
rather than a direct route
to the targeted flag stick
Outwitted by the
wily orb
with the devilish dimples
Stale beliefs vanquished
through surrender and release
Fresh outlook arrives
Today is day one hundred of posting. Even as I write this I find it hard to believe!
Thank you readers who stop by my site. Thank you everyone who is following this journey with me. I sincerely appreciate your support!
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Keep Digging
Mission continues
peel back layer by layer
hidden treasure waits
Pen sifts muddy thoughts
paper pulls graphic icons
subliminal dirt
Intricate beauty
covered beneath deception
self preservation
Raising to daylight
exposes vulnerable
state of reflection
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