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I wake up at eight, to a persistent tapping
Rubbing my eyes, I get up to see what’s happening
A gloomy overcast fills the sky
Oodles of raindrops falling from a high
I walk to the kitchen for coffee or tea
While the birds outside play melodies for me
I sip, oh so gently the warm cup in my hand
Walking outside on the wooden porch to stand
I watch all the streams fall off of green leaves
Falling to the mini world below in heaves
On the creaky old swing chair I rest for a while
The peacefulness of it all achieving a sweet smile
I close my eyes and for a moment, forget about all
From everything in the world, for now I’ll just stall
Such a rainy paradise created for me
How it falls, oh so wonderfully, for all to see
Beauty
I could map you against your shadows and measure echoes slowly fading into nothing,
I could verify the allotted expectations and paint you in deliberate and colorless tones,
but instead I chose to remain unwavering in the conviction that you belong to this place and this time,
that your presence needs no proof, no map, no justification offered to the world outside.
does it matter who your witness is, are you undone if I erase myself from the equation,
when without doubt and without effort my eyes find you and recognize you completely,
I see you not as a shadow on a wall but as the light that makes the wall exist at all,
and perhaps that is all that ever mattered, to be seen once fully and without condition.
I could fix my eyes forever on our fragile and trembling coexistence in this fleeting world,
I could feel that dull ache for canvas, for paint, for words strong enough to preserve what is,
I could chase immortality in all its forms forgetting completely how brief a forever can feel,
a witness for a moment, but with meaning, but with weight, but with all that cannot be explained.
I could call out louder, call out to the rows of trees lining the quiet path without a name,
tell them how I see each and every one, how they catch the light and send it back transformed,
how they gather pieces of solitude that would otherwise swallow us whole without a trace,
how they stand there unshaken for years and refuse to become backdrop for the world's careless eyes.
I can do nothing against this ache that lives inside me like a second soul I never chose,
I cannot tame that longing for beauty that wakes me in the night and leaves me wordless,
but I can see your beauty and let myself be absorbed by it without asking it to explain,
I can remain a quiet witness to the light you radiate without ever knowing that you do.
and perhaps this is the purest gesture one person can ever offer to another in this life,
not to possess, not to preserve, not to turn into verse what was never meant to be a verse,
but to stand before your beauty with open eyes and a heart completely disarmed by it,
to be absorbed, to disappear into it, and to consider that the most beautiful way to exist.
Receive
Listen
Be Still
Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time
I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and
Caress her cheek gently with my palm
Oh, child of mine
Allow me to reach in and
Cradle your wounded heart
Let me carry your pain and worry
Stirring, she turns her face revealing
A half-eyed sleepy smile
A gift I have treasured for centuries
Remembering the day
I walked through the trees of time
Lime, emerald, forest green, moss, juniper, ochre, and kiwi
Yellow tinged velvet leaves ride silver breezes
Tree people
Miraculous sacred creatures
Birthed of mother nature
Beckon me onward and inward
Towards water’s edge where moving mirrors of
Intellect and mystery await me
I walk with my companion who rides on my shoulder
The white hawk of my dreams
Narrating our passage through space and time
Howl Howl Howl
Stories above me, monkeys wearing fur
Play and swing
Screeching, flying, and tumbling through the air
Reaching sacred river’s edge
I pause and hear silent footsteps
Of the others joining
I gaze at the flowing water
Reflections of the lost ones float by
Faces of those who have passed from this life
I reach out and kiss each one with my fingertips
All of us gather ~ standing and joining hands
Collectively we reach up towards the heavens
We rise as one
Taking a moment to listen and
Receive grace from one another
A glimpse and a grin are shared
As I squeeze the weathered hand
Of my fellow human
Up Up Up Up
We float above the majestic green canopy
A glorious carpet of
Lavender clouds awaits
The day moon and the day sun kiss
As they watch us rise
A moment of gratitude shared by all
POTD
9/12/2023
In the hallways where whispers cut deep like a knife,
I walk with my head down, hiding my strife.
You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened,
But the world ended when it happened to me, unwrapped and unfastened.
Each taunt and each jeer, they echo and cling,
A chorus of shadows, they steal all my spring.
With every harsh word, I feel the weight grow,
In a sea of indifference, I’m drowning, you know.
You laugh and you jest, but you don’t see the tears,
The scars that I carry, the weight of my fears.
I long for a moment, just one hand to lend,
To show that I’m more than the target you send.
When I was young…before I could speak…before I was capable of dialogue…
unbeknownst to my parens…I saw life through a fog.
Everything my eyes could see…looked like a painting by Monet
I didn’t know I saw the world differently…I was born that way.
I thought everyone had eyes like mine…and saw the world like me…
It would be years till I got glasses and could see the world that others see.
With only my eyes or with my glasses on…my world was as different as night and day.
I either saw the details of DaVinci…or through the haze of a Monet.
Yesterday, however, for a little while my world took a different spin.
The skies were clear when we began our walk…then slowly…the fog rolled in.
As the fog moved in and over us…as it blanketed the shore.
I thought to myself…this is wonderful…I don’t need my glasses anymore.
So I took them off and for a moment played this little game…
with my glasses on or with them off…everything looked the same.
Yes, once the fog engulfed the people, the cars, the beach…the trees…
I realized, at that moment, everyone there was seeing the world I see.
So I put my glasses in my pocket…and for a few minutes at the beginning of the day…
I welcomed everyone I met…into my world…and the beauty of Monet.
She stole a moment, and a book
to linger in the cool of trees
where not a soul would think to look.
She stole a moment, and a book
and sat beside the flowing brook
where birds were cooing with the breeze.
She stole a moment and a book,
to linger in the cool of trees
With bated breath and hook she smiled,
and with her pole, she caught a trout
The blue sky darkened for awhile
With bated breath and hook she smiled
as raindrops sprinkled all about
With bated breath and hook she smiled
and with her pole she caught a trout
Unleashing joy, and then a fish
she let it go, and watched it swim
It swam away, as was her wish
She let it go and watched it swim
Releasing it was just a whim,
unleashing joy, and then a fish.
She let it go, and watched it swim
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8/29/14 For Sara's Contest: Zeugma
Now Jake was a Dapper man
Black Stetson and great style
Ladies were afraid of him
Even with that sparkling smile
They all feared his presence
Although he looked so cool
They may have been attracted
Yet these ladies were no fools
Never look him in the eye
Best to give him a wide berth
The old men tried to warn me
For Jake life had little worth
They agreed that Jake had style
Sadly he's as mean as they come
Nothing but a smooth talker
With a solid silver gun
I watched him for a moment
Then it seems I caught his eye
Walking slowly towards me
With his gun strapped to his thigh
I wasn't seeking trouble
Still it was coming my way
I stared him straight in the eye
and said "come make my day!"
For a moment he waivered
He was used to seeing fear
Before he pulled his gun
I shot him in the ear
With that he dropped his gun
Because I drew too fast
If he made another move
It would surely be his last
Now they call him one eared Jake
He's not such a dapper man
It's much harder to get dressed
I shot some fingers off his hand
A Shadowlam production.
Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton
and Richard Lamoureux.
Thank you Shadow for Dapper Jake
and for letting me add to your story.
This was fun!
Some way from the Firth of Forth
A shoal of glittering mackerel
Swirls and sways
Swells with the sea from silver to black
Flashes white and back to silver and grey
A humpback whale
Juddering its leathery jaws together
With a throatful of panicked fish
For a moment it bobs in place
Then sinks down slowly again
To await its next prey
But some fish get away
Dash, dash, dash
Gannets with wingtips a-black
In fizzing copper-green dive bomb
Pinning their wings back
Weaving, spiral bubbles rising
They spear the blank-eyed fish
And paddle away
In the tidal pools by the beach
Where the tiny sea herds crawl
Hermit crabs pick at morsels
Washed up by the tide
Snipping with their pincers
To nibble mackerel tails
They ward off competitors with their giant claws
Crabby-crawl tiny sea herds
Squabble in the pools of the micro-sea
But steal when you can the more beautiful shell
Of a crab that is greater than thee.
Freedom
Here I stand
A caged bird who wing is clipped
From the day I was born I was told by everyone that I am the prophesied Hero who destiny was to save the World
From that day, I had to follow a set path
I allowed myself to suffer because I thought that it was my fate
Oh how the people cheered for me Hooray for mighty Hero who saved us once again
Nobody cared that I was slowly crumbling apart not even my family
All everyone cared about was the Hero and not the person behind it
I pondered to myself all day long, “How can I save everyone when I can’t even save myself”? As I rotted in the prison that was my home
I thought that was my only path until that day
A strange man dressed in a robe came up to me and offer me a choice
Save the World while I had to suffer
Or
Be finally free from the cage but at the cost of the world
I chose without a moment thought to be free and he set me free
As I ran from the prison the stranger whispered I'm sorry that we made you suffer
The people of this world could suffer like I did
Because finally I was free
Free from my cage
I want to die.
Don’t call me a priest.
I want to die.
Don’t call me my mother.
I want to die.
Don’t call all those who believe to see my soul,
Yet not know a moment of the ache
Who cannot imagine beyond a prick to the heart
I want to die.
Don’t call all those who will say, “I know it’s . . . “
What do you know? What do you feel of me? Are we in this body together?
Sharing this heart?
This soul?
This life?
I want to die.
Blind fold her I will.
Take her to the edge of the skyscraper.
40 stories high,
I will place you on the ledge
And say to you, “Jump, my love. Die.”
Then you will see, you need not a priest, nor your mother nor those we claim to understand.
You need death’s door.
At the door, you will say, “I want to live.”
Humans. Older each day, yet children forever.
We miss the beauty of life.
We hate to live.
We want to die.
Once it is time, we want it no more.
Flee death. Leave me to be alive.