same colors as my mind
directed
flowing
in bloom
caring
for all.
Tag: creative process
you
just writing your name
I start to cry
alone
in the restaurant
this joyful
beautiful man
plucked from my life
quickly
effortlessly
the bandaid ripped off.
I want to love him more
I want to save him from himself
I want us to be free birds together
the bandaid is ripped off
and the sting
remains
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beach walks
sand
between
my toes
water
sloshing
splashing
we walk slow
we have all the time in the world
we will never
go back
to work.
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trails
take me down the path
far away from here
and this pain
lead me on an adventure
into the wilderness
I cannot be here
any longer.
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Great Lakes
The Great Lakes have been my baptism
the forests whispering prayers
as the wind turned into my breath.
And poetry has become my refuge.
Opening me up,
drawing me forward,
making me whole.
addicted
to writing
the pen touches the paper
and I can’t stop.
I forget all responsibility
I forget to breathe,
getting it down.
love letters to my soul
quietly scribbled
in the night
and I’m not afraid of God now
because I know there is truth in my heart
and that the sun rises and falls to show us our shadows
and the tide is to sweep away our sorrows
pulling them from us violently
or softly
I live
in the hidden place
on the moon.
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words, words, words
my body has run
out of steam
but caffeine
pumps through my chest
wanting
release
what is it about night-time writing?
not being able to stop
the whirling thoughts of the day
am I wrong or am I right?
and do I deserve this breath?
the air is quiet
the trees stand still
the stars flicker
and all is well.
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