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Bathe these dreams in argent moonlight
Illuminate all the forgotten corners of my psyche with a silver glow
That I may find a way back to an illusive somewhere
A spiritual home that has never existed
A constantly stirring nostalgia for places I’ve never seen
A deep powerful longing for something more, some underlying truth
Incessantly pulls me in one thousand directions
Splinters me into infinite fractals
I exist in every space
In every time
I am a multitude
Named after a flower
So bright and so sweet
With chocolate brown eyes
She was hard to beat
A German Shepherd
I've had all my days
She and my brother, oh
They were together always
She was sweet and gentle
Wouldn't hurt a fly
She loved all fiercely
Makes you wonder why
She had to die that way
After all those years
In a vet in a small town
In a room soaked with tears
She was not in pain
She was only sleeping
But as it all ended
I prayed I was dreaming
Wistful wandering eyes
scattering across
the cool colorless
cloud filled skies.
Desperately
digging through
its shallow
shades of white
in search
for some subtle
sight of light .
Pain.
I must see you,
And feel your touch,
Taste you,
I need to smell you,
Pain.
Embrace me
Consume me,
I crave you,
In my flesh and bones,
I need to know you.
Pain,
Crush my mind,
Burn my heart,
Drown my soul,
Mold me,
Into you.
During these minutes before dawn
along this trail i walk upon
rugged woods far from the fen
I seek refuge once again.
Into the forest I am drawn.
The world of men has gone insane
news of naught but war and pain
and the hatred all of this has borne
leaves hopes of peace of mind forlorn
so toward a refuge I now strain.
Some ancient astronomers looked at the heavens
And saw mystical creatures.
I look at the heavens and see God’s handiwork.
Stars sparkling against the black velvet of the sky
Like laughter sparkling in the eyes of a child.
Strewn beyond human vision,
Galaxies woven of starlight and miracle fill my heart.
When I see the stars shining there in silent majesty
Against the vastness of space,
I realize how very small I am in the scheme of things.
And yet, He loves me!
His love for me outshines the brightest of stars.
Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.
At present aforementioned brother in law
recuperating after orthopedic surgeon
alleviated severe pain
NOT linkedin to damaged, injured,
and ossified rotator cuff
as initially surmised, nevertheless
temporarily forcing kinsman
to become a southpaw.
I am offering this poem to Mother Nature
Although through the ages I think she has
heard it all
She is probably laughing her socks off remembering all the libations tossed
People go outside as if it were a
treasured lost art
But it is simply air, trees, animals, earth beneath their toes coexisting in true harmony
She would simply be more pleased
if you were to plant a seed of corn
There is absolutely no knocking needed
to be attuned with her sound garden
Some called her a rescue dog.
True, I adopted her from the local humane society.
The only home she had ever known was gone,
Her previous owner taken to a nursing home.
I found her there,
Huddled in a concrete-floored run,
Matted, tangled, with an overgrown coat,
And no eyes, it seemed, hidden under her bangs.
Truth to tell, she wasn’t much to see.
My heart ached for this little ink blot curled up on the floor.
She stood and crept to the gate where I stood.
Neck stretched out, she sniffed my hand.
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.
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