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Roses

Many roses bloom in spring; but there is only one you. February 5, 2016

The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”

So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”

The Same

I am everything; I am nothing. You are everything; You are nothing. So often we forget you and I are the same. Let the world open it’s front door, back porch, wind blown hair and feel the essence of Being. Let it be known that all associations and ideas are nothingContinue reading “The Same”

I, You, and Me

“There’s no need to play with my heart.” … I never realized just how badly you hurt me … But the beauty is that it is not “me” that you hurt. … I am human, a continuous self not stagnant, sitting on a shelf … I have learned and I have moved away from theContinue reading “I, You, and Me”