Tag: inspirational
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A son’s question
Your harsh light has my head beaten down to the toes my ears red to the heat. Father, there is too much to see to have these curious eyes only to the grains touched to these feet Mother! Let out your braided branches cover me in your dappled shadows so I may taste more than the […]
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will be gone
My head rests on soaked mud, the sky drizzles and my vision blurs It’s hard to keep my eyes open I look up your stem, silky petals curled pink and one hangs precariously, a few more moments and it drifts down to join me Ah…soon all your sisters will join but I, will be gone
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A willow spills her joy
There in the glade, a willow spills her joy in the wind shaking left and right like a slow dream It spreads through the underbrush a hush, a spell that beckons and a roe nimbly floats through the soft curtain of quiet rain And I sit on a bench, entranced, a specter, ghostly figure who […]
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Begging hands
even when you shy away The stars still sparkle on you even when you stiffen your shoulder The clouds still wrap, wool around you even when you turn away your face The boughs still weigh down unto your cheeks catching dews And the sun and moon still kiss your brow under your cloak And the ground […]
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Winds of faith
My eyes sweat at the sight of ankles running free in the grass songs and dance that circle by hands linked, where hands are calloused, only for each other, and lips only know of mirth and promises and hair that snags in the winds of faith voices that weave through Breath and sleep even in […]
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Daughter’s cry
O Father, why have you beaten Mother away The lands are dry, and your children crawl whipped by your words that direct no man but broken backs O Father, your great hand has nothing to guide no sunlight reflected, and no sunflowers dancing to you for the rivers of Mother run dry she has sunk […]
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An hour sliced off
I know there are still wars outside not just the ones for territory fighting for things that will only ever belong to us for an hour sliced off the lifespans snuffed but the cold wars of the mind, hunger and bonds of blood and in this cocoon I find myself in I sleep a while in […]
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My name in her mouth
I loved her more, than I can know her yellow-pink smile, sing-song voice lit eyes that widened to meet mine She moved to the rhythm of her seasons and I, have fallen for her from the time my name, fell from her thin lips like laughing clear water a call, that trembles, the chambers of […]
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Sweet Red.
She was carried in a bird’s gizzard that had her red plump flesh covered in juices, melting her into sweetened goop. So full she was like nothing before, for death did not let a single pore go by, that it did not infuse to brimming. Her bones though, lay untouched, clean and hard, asleep, spat out from the sky tumbled […]
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Recognition shining
You would think it is the Day of Reckoning Heaven split, marbled gold towers tumbling Hell clodded in earth, banked into soft ash and the people of the world clasping hands, recognition shining in their eyes one joyous smile to another, one uproar to another ‘I see you!’ “I see you!” and the sky streaks in […]
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