Category: free verse


When I was blind

in a very small world

within my mind’s eye

there once lay the thought

of an undiscovered space, so beautiful

arrived at by means

of a lovely, tree-lined

light-filtered path

Within a shared dream

this would become our meeting ground

to which we could return

again and again, even as

our journey carried us forward

beyond vast waters

toward the distant line

where earth meets sky

Then, at the close of life’s measured time

shining in the light

of the glistening stars

ever bestowed with

the lightness of being

we would gratefully rejoice

in the transformative power

of a single thought

of unity

But now,  I see

 

 

 

 

 

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I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down

til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again

together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts

so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures

Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs

we’ll  know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind

just waiting, to lift us skyward

 

The eight semi-clear panes of the kitchen window

filter many unresolved and repeating thoughts

which drift soundlessly from my multicaverned head

into the crisp, clear, breathtakingly deep, blue sky

that you always fill so completely

every time I remember you

and that you’ve died

But I can never understand why

Open the windows of your shuttered mind

to the unencumbered breeze of fresh thought

Let it gently spread; swirling through half-opened

doors into darkened corners to remove

 the stale, stagnant, settled dust of the past

 allowing for very good use of the space

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You say “she’s tough”,  as though

not wearing a certain kind of skin

means you are somehow damaged

But someone, has to feel everything for the ones who don’t

These are the ones with the strongest shoulders

who always carry the heaviest things

and there is absolutely no shame

in displaying a big, tender heart

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The small blue bird

always perched very near to

 her older, more experienced friend on the power line 

Whenever a storm brewed up a strong wind

she leaned heavily against her protector

She had no awareness of her own weight

until the dark, foreboding, day she was pushed away

causing a hard fall onto the rocky road

which rendered her unable to fly

From that day on, she stayed

alone in the brush, never to see

her dear, feathered, companion again

The little blue bird often wondered if

on that tragic day

 her strong friend had merely collapsed

 from the exhaustion

of holding steady on that wire

 

 

 

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Love struggles for breath

when forced to look at herself

She lives purely so others

can smile in their mirrors

But, often, she is

confronted by apathy

upon reflection