Wednesday, October 27, 2010 at 12:41AM An Open Book on the Forest Floor with Blue Green Dream
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An Open Book on the Forest Floor
January 25, 2010
Let the pieces fall
a spiral splash landing
diamonds catching sunlight
sparkling seductions found
chasing after wisdom's pearls
I hunger to lay my head down
devour every bit that ever was
nectar to the tongue
April 15, 2010
It is amusing to me that, we are so unique that the swirls of skin on the tips of our fingers are one of a kind, and yet...we keep trying to make everything an off the rack one size fits all.
August 19, 2010
Functioning above my ability to function
has made me unknown to myself
deeply afraid that I may
extinguish my own flame
not enough oxygen to the brain
running on remote from thinking ahead
aching for my bed
the way I once remember
aching for love.
October 7, 2010
An open book on the forest floor off the beaten path may as well not be written for all the good it does...but the truth is you never know where they are going to build another Walmart store...
I dare say, if you throw one optimist in the pot the whole soup changes, and if you throw in a bunch of optimists you have an eight course meal of delicious intentions.
There are times when nothing can equate with the joy of meaningful conversations. Then there are times when nothing can equate to a breeze in your hair, the sun on your face and the utter silence of a meaningless afternoon.
October 26, 2010
I have learned how to grow rooted in my own blueness,
how to look anyway, knowing what is there
is not what I want to see,
and how to steep my thoughts
like tea sipped through buttery lips
coated with cinnamon and sugar crystals
I have found that pain passes as one mends,
some things are better unbroken
very little is better not well spent,
not the morning sun slept through,
nor the evening cool missed.
Brightfire Woman
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