You won’t
be able to tape me
to the mirror
above your dresser
above your piles of socks,
and mounds of clocks which
showcase frozen minute hands
as stiff and sad as graveside flowers
as dead
as frosty veined old daisies
laying limply in the fog
where everyone
STOPS
and pretends to have arrived
for I simply
have not…
I want to swing
from minute hands
as they tick tock click clack
over railroad tracks,
feel my heart start,
gaze into the eyes of a deer before
it runs into the forest…
feel Mother Earth pulse beneath
my bare feet,
write the poetry as it undulates
through pages of my life
like heat waves
rippling above desert sands,
see the oasis
teeming with hope
dive deep
come up wet,
pant like the moon
playing hide and seek
with night clouds,
long for the tide,
drip dry amongst weeds,
gaze at the sun,
climb the coconut tree,
wine and dine the homeless
until they are full
of hope,
warble like a bird,
heal the sick,
whisper to moonlight,
pray for peace,
rise from the dead
Amen and Amen
I want to live
until I die
and then reverberate like
Light
Damn, I feel the power first followed immediately by purpose, light and love. Me gusta, very much. Well done, yet again love.
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Awesome possum:)… thanks so much 🙂
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You’re welcome, thank you for sharing.
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🙂
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You know how you can tell someone’s true strength? Their smile. Catch them off guard with a reason to genuinely laugh or smile and in that moment they show you exactly who they are.
It’s beautiful. One of the most beautiful things in the world.
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Wow. Floored here. You are so inspired now, it burns my screen. Bravo, bravo!!
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Ah Armadillion… thank u so much 🙂
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Beautiful writing! 💜
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Thanks so much 🙂
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