Thursday, January 9, 2014

Gentle is the breeze...

Летний ветерок)
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Gentle is the breeze
and gentle the light
delicate are the flowers
and delicate the skin
heart is aflutter
and aflutter the tresses
words rise from the heart
and lips open up
life is a gentle flow
and my gaze is still.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

How I wish...

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How I wish life could be
simpler
words expressing
true feelings
deeds serving
true intent
touch conveying
true care
and love demanding
nothing but
acceptance.

Deep down....


Antanas Karbaukas on photodom.com

The surface calm
belies the simmering within
but I have allowed
hurts and regrets
to settle down at
the bottom
but delve I must
into those mysteries
of all that made
me yearn, turn and
twist in the flow of life.
My flow?
Still waters beckon me
these days.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Tough it is....

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It is tough
but not hard
to be soft to yourself.
I lean for support
knowing my vulnerabilities
but walk I can
alone in the wilderness
pathlessly
with slender beginnings
to celebrate my 
expanse.
But it is tough
to heed the call
to bare my soul
to my self.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Your ways are


www.photodom.com/photo/1660000 by Mat Katsen Coil

I thought
and I believed
you are going to be
with me for ever.
Short was the company
but great the warmth.
Your grace abounded.
Some light in wilderness
Some comfort in the biting cold
and then you turn away.
Like they did.
My landscape is desolate
but my spirit is not flagging.
Come discover the warmth
of my spirit and hearth.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

In ripeness....

Осенняя прогулка)

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When fullness meets ripeness
So many possibilities open up
and you still want
me to remain
in bounds
very carefully wrought
in times past
and ages bygone
It's so warm out there
and you want me to turn cold!

There is music...

Приморочка

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I hear the music
that comes from
the stirring of your soul,
O rocks!
You have stood
weathering many a storm
your exterior
Gusts chipped away
You faced it all.
Tides crossed you not
and waves beat a hasty retreat.
You know not
any venom
only singing
in the breeze
and music in the heart.