you left behind

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i fell off the edge of the world

tumbled through time, through

the air you left behind.  you flew

away inside of me. I stayed

and cried, my insides

empty runways,

clouds melting into my head

asking why, why I was stilled,

holding the air you left behind

For the Man I Saw Die Yesterday

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I’m sorry sending the angels was all I could do

as I knelt in the glass and mud.

Spring won’t come this year.

I didn’t see you until you almost

hit the back corner of my car, almost

took me with you, rolling, scraping, across concrete,

flipping, air dirt air dirt, glass, metal, tree –

almost –

I already knew before my car came to rest on the edge.

Smoke began to rise from your truck, and it was all

so close

so close you were to me, to the tree, to right side up and upside down,

to where you were going,

so close.  I asked them to be with you,

the angels,

when the other voices yelled, “Step back!”

And today what’s left of your almost –

a tire with a white cross and flowers,

but still,

an angel,

so close.

Baggage Claim

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you’re on a plane but you are not coming home,

waiting in line, third for take-off, a life through

oval windows, and you’re off again, gaining air

losing ground, time spend moving around,

departures and arrivals, runways and wind direction,

climbing and descending, landing gear,

it’s just another day, another day I drink tea alone,

another day the sky claims home

Dishonorable

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Use all your tools

To crush her, to grind

her unrecognizable.

Show her what happens

when someone leaves

you, leaves YOU.

She’ll be sorry when

there’s nothing left

of her but

pieces

of

broken

Watch her crumble,

stomp on her, kick

what’s left, and then

call her a breakdown,

a total loss, a waste,

watch her fall

trying to save

the children,

holding them

up, keeping

their heads

just above

your angry

tide, while

you, you

laugh at

her struggle,

watch the waves

swallow them,

and whisper in your

tiny, monstrous voice,

“I win.”

Like A Joke

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You make a joke

You throw a joke

I am the joke

Can’t I take a joke

They laugh, they look

You smile, I within

I am the joke

What’s wrong, but

They know, I just

Can’t take a joke

I am the joke

It is me

And they laugh

At your jokes

They laugh at me

You grow like

A giant fed by

Their laughter, and

I shrink – tiny, tiny

Me, and that makes

An even better joke

So you say that, too

The laughs swallow

Me up, tiny me

disappears

Like

a

joke

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside (and Poem: Inside)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside (and Poem: Inside)

Inside
The words she hides
Underneath
Muffled gray skies
Between
Boarded up eyes
Within
Worn down outsides
Somewhere
She cries
Inside

and we knew (a love poem)

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the water held green, and it loved

pink so deeply that the sun rose each day

just to watch how green surrounded her true,

protected every petal and blush, and she

cherished him and stretched her bloom,

and the water was their canvas, so nothing

would change, and the reflection made

all that grew timeless, and we knew

Erosion

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She used to face the wind, steady

strength worn in straight lines and

sound steps. But harsh nights

and bitter words weathered her

core, washed away resolve,

beat down seasoned worth,

pieces fall away, she lets

them go, it’s all broken

anyway, layers of fall

lean and snap of

her, cruel words

grab, she’s only

a fragment of

what she was,

the rest of

her is

gone

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie/She’s Always With Me

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie/She's Always With Me

she’s always
with me
the little girl
that no one sees
she was never
enough, still
trying to
catch up
I look away,
but I know
she’s there,
whispering
my alone
reminding me
following
me
home

let him pick no more

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don’t blossom here, flower,

close up, go back inside. don’t reach,

for your sun, don’t open your petals

wide.  don’t smile, or believe, or

speak your fuschia dreams.

he’ll pick you if you bloom just right,

grip you, rip you, wilt your hue,

until a lovelier one blooms, and he will

drop you. pick her. pick her. pick her.

you’ll be lying on the ground, with no

way to grow. wither. hold your blooms,

dear flower, let him pick no more.

all the ways

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all the ways I drown in silence

as lifeboats climb trees

the tidal pull, the listen for you

but wave after wave of mute breath

while your forests are alive with float

songs of save, so far away

sink, sink in salty quiet

none of your life lines reach

they play melodies in trees

and I struggle

wordless rip current

desolate sea

silences me

Simple

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He and she lived a simple life of years

in a house with shuttered windows

and a garden of roses by the back door.

But she was I and he was you and years were only

things that didn’t happen and things that did.

And the house was a palace and a prison

and an empty box, and it was all so complicated.

The windows were weary eyes that always

watched, and the door, the door was the keeper,

the releaser, the rectangle of know; behind there,

questions were born. And yellow roses grew out back,

but so did thorns, and we never knew which we would

collect.  Strings of together pulling, binds of tight,

and then invisible hands to reach down

and sweep away our tangled life.

Never Still

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I am not enough everywhere

here and here and here

but there and now and only me

and all and none and it’s all me

and why can’t I be everywhere?

falling short, falling, falling

losing time, letting all of you down,

down, running all my days, running

in my sleep, no finish line, no

victory tape, no end, only longer

lists, more things missed

lost beneath time spent, spent lost

a thousand ways but still not enough

still

never still

never

Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy and a Poem: Joy

Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy and a Poem: Joy

down, down the snowy hill
frozen giggles and mittens grabbing joy
grab it, winter girls, ride it
on sled tracks and carefree clouds
to all of your nows, laugh and again
feel the white delight of unbroken mornings
become the sky, it’s yours
enjoy the ride

A Sincere Apology and Genuine Appreciation

I want all of you who stop by my blog, regularly or just one time, to know how much I appreciate your sharing with me. Those who come by here regularly know that this is more than mere writing practice and sharing photos for me. I keep this blog as a way to let out and to share the storms and the sunny days, the struggles and the triumphs of my personal journey. I am indebted to all of you for taking the time to share in the journey, and those of you who have reached out to me in kindness and care, please know how much that has meant, and means to me. I don’t say it enough, but I always, always recognize it. Thank you.

I have been getting behind on responding to comments, and I am sorry. This is been a busy (and difficult) time for me, and I am doing my best to keep my head above water. I promise to get caught up as soon as I am able.

Along that same line, some very generous bloggers have nominated me for quite a few awards, and I feel just terrible that I have not been more prompt and thorough in my response. First of all, THANK YOU. It means a great deal to me to be nominated for any award, any time. I still can’t believe anyone is interested in reading what I have to write and looking at my photos! Please know that I do genuinely appreciate every one of the nominations.

Some of the awards I have been nominated for (some of which I have received nominations for before, if they sound familiar) are the Leibster Award. the Very Inspiring Blogger Award (thank you!), the Super Sweet Blogger Award (:D), and the Blog of the Year (Wow! Thank you!!!). All of these have special requirements which I am sorry to say I just do not have time to do right now with so much piled up waiting for me to take care of. But I did want to say a huge thank you and express my appreciation.

These awards always ask for the nominee to name or nominate other blogs, so I will take this end of year opportunity to recommend some blogs and to say thank you to these special bloggers who have been not only readers but friends to me in this WordPress Universe.

http://m5son.wordpress.com/

http://breathofgreenair.wordpress.com/

http://beeseeker.wordpress.com/

http://wallgrimm.wordpress.com/

http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/

http://rhubblog.com/

http://jdubqca.com/

supposerosedoes.wordpress.com

shardsofdubois.wordpress.com

 

 

true

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in the morning of peace and know
beside the line between now and float
the trees felt their wait and reached
above how, into the hold of sun before
and clouds they became always and
in the soul of black and white time
grew into glow and everything was true