On my own....9

Model: Stasia Shpits  Photographer: Rodrigo Palacios

I knew
things could never
be smooth
in this rough and ready world
that prides itself
on smooth talking
and smooth sailing
and smart deals.
And so ready I was
and ready I am.
To be tossed and tumbling
cursed and crawling
shamed and shirking.
It's a matter of time
and patient bearing
before everything
passes out
and I keep moving.

In dryness..

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In dryness

i discovered

a beauty

unknown

unseen

of shapes unimagined

textures untouched

and a roughness 

unhewn

and 

a toughness

weatherbeaten

but

standing tall

unconquered by

the elements.

And I found

there a resting place

that brought smile to

a weary traveller.

On my own.....4

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After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

To be a tree...again

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The bark draws 
me with its raw
appeal
its rough exterior
can still turn green
with juices
of life inside.
It stands strong
and yet waves to the distant
thunder
and sways to the 
mighty winds
holding firm
to its deep roots.
There is a poetry
timeless
running through
its veins
and into mine.