Friday, August 2, 2013

divine density


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every
thing is
energy when 
you reach for the stars. 
clouds appear to be an obstacle but 
draw aside like open curtains
to make way for the 
dancing in your
                                                                                                     eyes. Blinking back 
                                                                                                star dust is       the gravity             
                                                                                              struggle of               enduring   
                                                                                             light                                     years


                                                                                              to     reach      your     radiation. 




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Monday, July 22, 2013

rosemerry

your skin matters not to me
I would rather feel your mind.
gently unzip my eyes to see
the flowers that you find.





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Sunday, June 2, 2013

field life

The snot on my hands is indistinguishable
from dog slobber but I'll wipe it off just the same.
These hands are magnets for unwanted bacteria.
Does it strengthen my immunity to such things
that make me question why? I can't
make sense of all these things
that happen to me like
falling books.
I peel back pages revealing green;
unreadable to the eyes.
      My fingers do the looking and
      I let my tongue taste the text of life.
      My immunity falters no more.




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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

weather vane

I am a victim of climate change. 
The atmosphere keeps changing and I all can do is adapt. 
I'll plant my seeds and wait for them. 

The weather reads its memoir to me 
and it's not until the wind whispers by
that I see myself in the clouds one moment 
and in the rain the next.  

I'm in Seattle one moment and
Hungary the next. 

My mind is a garden. 
A curiosity of color and dirt; 
a jungle of fruit and weeds
showered by sun strength.

I am a victim of life. 
The wilderness expands and all I can do is stride.
I'll plant my seeds and then plant some more. 




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