Category: inspirational poetry


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Colors lying all across the ground

yellow, orange, red, and brown

but I thought only of red

seeing this, after the trees had shed

because it’s the only human one

flowing through us until we’re done

It’s not what shows up on our skin

unless another, unkindly, breaks in

tearing us apart; instead of twirling

together, dancing and swirling

like the sweet, falling leaves

on the morning’s autumn breeze

 

 

 

 

 


You’re going with your gut

but, but

your heart bleeds from the cut

in the spaces

But, but, but

just forget what’s already dead

it’s only in your head

but, but

it’ll leave when not fed

but

time, then erases

 

Before, there was no time to think

thoughts which were mine alone

Sanity always on the brink

matter rubbing against the bone

Now, my head, in a fog so dense

seems stuck in lowest gear

But I’m driving through the darkness, on a train from whence

toward a shift into the clear

Then, when morning comes, with it’s sparkling dew

like a curious child, I shall start anew

pondering dreams my heart will send

of sunnier days, carried in on the wind

 

 

 

 

 

Mind sift

blue grip

mood dips

 

Head drift

heart rip

eyes drip

 

Thought shift

outlook tips

spirits lift

 

Forgotten blip

 

 

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Yesterday, when I was walking

it was as though I could hear nature talking

This is what she said:

Ok, you beauties; my sweet color-changing trees

today’s the day; so everyone, drop your leaves

No need to hang on to that weight

Be free, let loose; the season will no longer wait

Now, all these winds will pass through that space

with no mark on your bared limbs, not even a trace

The high whistling of your summer has quieted down

Now the rustling below has become the most wonderful sound

The tiny seed knows its place

becomes well-rooted

before showing her face

Drawn to the beauty of light

she stretches upward

to live within its sight

She drinks deeply from the sky

every time it falls

to splash and land, nearby

Limited by what she knows

she lives her whole life

reflecting on sun’s glow

and yet, somehow, she grows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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