Monthly Archives: September 2013

Mountains

The mountains stepped across horizon’s ragged hem, and held accountable the flush and thread of clouds, as if to mark the point where time began again, and call to heel the warp and weft of nature’s shroud, that so, once … Continue reading

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Rain

It was as if the heavens sobbed, drowned earth in rain of tears, reflected in the elements, the grief within which seared. Upon life’s sodden canvas, I saw my story writ, knew that angels wept with me; wiped eyes so … Continue reading

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Light

The light distinctively is drawn onto the breast of morning, as shadow, dappled dreamings; the day will be reborn. And night surrenders slowly, then in an instant gone, as threads of shining sunshine, weave yet another dawn. To wake the … Continue reading

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Wanting

It’s in the eddied wanting things be other than they are, where sadness drifts encircled, in disappointment’s path. There can be no regretting, when life is just embraced, and all that is experienced, is seen as perfect grace. And yet … Continue reading

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Lust

Gathered up in passion’s fraught embrace, to drown in waves of long forgotten lust, and know that in returning to the broken shore, I held you, one more time, at any cost. In tingled flesh and tangled hopes and dreams, … Continue reading

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mind

Mind displays on serried trays, all that thought’s collected, ranged in rows which life collates; the minutaie respected. Large and small the memories, are counted, held, replayed, with all that’s ever been retained, through months and years and days. Dusty … Continue reading

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Sadness

Sadness steals through lost and  lingering days, holding hands with hope and stepping in the prints which pain has left behind, in glistening, darkened soil, gingerly, neatly, and forgetfully as it makes its steady way through memory and time; wanting … Continue reading

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