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Dew drops glisten upon
silver threads carefully intertwined.
Piece by piece, built and rebuilt,
the spider reflects on her work.
What was once a dusty door frame,
has become a work of art.
Through her tears and fears,
something beautiful arose.
Her triumph and escape,
from Hell's all encompassing gate,
finding herself within the mess,
landing safely in her new found web of life.
Get away
A time to remember
Family who really loves me
Learning to love them with all my heart and my soul
Vacation
I poured them all out
Tender feelings
Calmly
Said what my heart thought about
The subject of us
Soft words echoed
In the space between us
Spoken blindly
But true
And the lamp didn't blink
The floor flatly didn't think
The walls just stood there, blank
They all had you to thank
For the expression on your face
Was just the same
And the day drizzled into a storm,
one that rolled gently over the valley
Enveloping the streets below "The Hill"
making heavy breaths, moving slow.
Water, water everywhere...
More than enough to choke me,
too little to float a boat, swim in
or cleanse the soul of the city.
The river runs ice-free this year
no break-up and flooding,
"Canal walk" striding past
Blue Crocus and Pussy-willows
Their bikes stormed past
the church lane, down
to the end of the road
where the gravel thins off
into nothingness
but dandelions, clover,
and Queen Anne's Lace.
The five boys wrestled their bikes
into a tight huddle, faces flushed from
riding so darn fast, and so darn hard,
hearts pounding inside their youthful chests -
still innocent,
still fragile.
In the green flourishing garden
a splendor of view comes in
with a radiant display
showcase a place where it builds
with a seed of love
spread with a full
spectacular of look
from its unconditional nurturing
Echo of whisper tune
carrying in a soft silent breeze
beauty unfolds in the
exquisite blooming
flowers are dancing
birds are chirping
a symphony of songs playing
accompany by humming bees chasing
greetings from the young lively spring
with the vivid imagery of vibrant colors
Above All Else
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
How I wish I’d never been taught
That being a selfless carer
Is what made you holy
All it did was make me
The perfect candidate
To love violent men and addicts
We must never again tell a woman
That they can’t keep anything for themselves
Knowing full well
They will give everything they have
Until there is nothing left
Lights flickering dancing
Spilling flecks of light to
Unlit silhouettes . A tomb of
silence. Your crimson thumping
heart knowing somethings wrong
Sinister and evil present and dark.
Waiting In the skulking shadows
blackness is it's cloak of Deception.
Beads of rain dripping down your
oval ghost frightening complexion
There's a stench of death it's a
fusion of rotting pieces of meat
and rotten decayed flesh.
A joy that fills a heart
bringing a dancing song
of “meow,” “meow”
to a playful mindset
of trigger curiosity
to adorable favorite pet
with a white fuzzy soft touch
and big blue eyes
that goes by a Kitty girl's name
she greets me with a
gracious of warmth smile
in her march parade float
waving her tail high in the air
rolling her tiny belly over
display in slow motion pace
to go for a play in a gleeful mood
she snuggles in with me
to cuddle her like a baby
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