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Month: April 2021

Posted on April 29, 2021April 29, 2021

Again Strikes the Green Thumb!

This whole gardening theme is growing on me.I can see things approaching with more clarity.I’m starting to appreciate similarities and differences equally.Observing between saplings and weeds with more discretion.I’ve let heavy steps crush things in the process of growingMade necessary mistakes that cultivated new things in me.leaving bloodied battlefields in my wake no time to…

Posted on April 28, 2021April 29, 2021

Idiosyncrasy: A Poem

Secret gardens blossoming on the outer sleeve.What have we been planting? Rolling up my cuffs gonna tackle this stuff,It’s time for some internal weeding.Digging deep, going for broke, aiming for the root this time. Tap in just in time to catch the battle cry…shifting wind blowing in from all sides, so many tides rising just…

Posted on April 27, 2021April 27, 2021

Self-Reflection: A Meditative Poem

Indulge me, are you listening?Tell me what do you see? Breath in, breath out… I see…A sea turtle swimming through space clueless,disrupting little schools of fish just trying to exist, mmhmm, breathe in, breathe outkeep going… I spy…An Orca swept in with a smack of floating jellies,again disturbing the peaceaccidentally blown in by the current… interesting….

Posted on April 26, 2021April 27, 2021

The Machiavelli in Me (A Poem in Progress)

Dear Diary… It’s just meback again for some conspiring.Sorry for slash and burning so often,Some versions are better left between you and me… This stage has me rearing for the next page,A brand new phase to turn in through. The sands digging in have been a perfect irritation.Ready for some Mother of Pearl irrigation, Please…

Posted on April 23, 2021April 23, 2021

Heartstrings and Poetry

I’m trying, I’m spreading these things.I’m jumping and trusting these wings.Whispering; Don’t judge please,I’m only sowing the seeds Life’s given me…following the deeds they’ve been breedingthese tests have driven me to the depths and brinks.Experience keeps telling me it makes the most potent of seasonings.Got common sense breathing down my neckwhile I put my final strands…

Posted on April 21, 2021April 21, 2021

The Beauty of Oranges

While I was scrubbing floors this morning I found myself thinking of oranges. -> The simple elegance of a perfectly contained vessel full of fiber and mineral water. -> The ‘behind the scenes’ dance between the trees and environments that lead to their best production. As I scrubbed at an especially tough spot, I pondered…

Posted on April 20, 2021April 20, 2021

… Dwarfs and Dragons: Chapter 2

Figures tall and short, young and old gathered in the town square. Their long lost leader had returned home! For the first time in some time a sense of hope seemed to rekindle among them. The growing crowd buzzed with sleepy conversation as the villagers rubbed the sleep from their eyes and readied themselves for…

Posted on April 3, 2021April 3, 2021

Growing Pains

Stretch out my arms surrounded in green things breathing with metrees with never ending leavesI’m leaving all shadow of a doubt behind meI finally see the amazing things inside and around meShut out the noise and welcome the poise Thank you for your patience I finally get ityou’ve been family to me though thiseven though…

Posted on April 3, 2021April 3, 2021

Little Boy Blue

Think about it sometimes,all the time…the days and nights sitting at your bedside,watching you fight for life in a war waged from a vicious place.A nemesis with a billion faces raging against my guy.Caught between darkness and lightfighting for breath and basic rightsin a war, you never asked for. The enemy sure knows how to…

Posted on April 1, 2021September 23, 2021

Between The Myrtles: Jailhouse Blues (3)

Beatrice: Journal entry #1 So, a lot has happened since the last time I opened one of these things. I don’t know what to think, and since I have nothing but time here, it’s time for me to stop mopping and get to work. No one else was going to pick me up by the…

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