Tick…tock…tick…
Get a better grip!
Listening for creaks,
Oiling to smooth cogs,
Repairing broken pieces,
Keeping silent false alarm.
We do not know Tomorrow
Until arrives in our new day –
Yet, her step is lithe and lovely
As she paves our hidden ways.
It seems I am only a catalyst:
Where I give love, it blossoms,
Bearing fruit for other families.
Twenty-one years, devoted to one,
Then twelve, struggling to recover.
Ex-fiance’s age gap matches first;
Another’s difference is the second.
Some say numbers mean nothing,
But patterns lend own suggestions.
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Why in last night’s dream at last
Did ex-husband gladly want me?
No longer afraid to display in public
While proud to express his affection?
Desires left aching alone now outgrown –
Dried husks rattling around windy bones!
I suppose that I needed to feel such relief:
How it could have been had he welcomed.
The love and tenderness –
Such hope I showed him!
Passed on to someone
Who had not fashioned.
How hungry love can be
When kept from sharing
That once breaks free
Scales walls in daring!
I ought to feel proud – but
Am heartbroken, staring.
Take your lashes, then claim the badge of truth burned clean by fires of your own work’s retribution – yet, do not pass forward harm.
Instead, learn to properly defend your inner dimensions and prize your soul’s love. Share its blessing with the world despite what’s been taken.
It isn’t numbers of people that are the problem, but the disassociation being propagated which causes harm.
It is up to the rest of us to not fall into slumber’s charm, and to awaken and salvage whom we can take with us.
Though we are forced into corners with no way out it seems, we must choose the difficult paths where we recreate new beginnings.
I was told to be silent – to not infringe
Upon the checking out of others’ sins,
For they’d paid good money, honey,
To not give a damn about reality:
How dare I say what’s bothering
And argue in favor of solutions!
“Weed is cheaper than therapy.”
A local street advertisement.
Youth’s resilience resides
Within our cellular matrix.
“Did I get it wrong?” she wondered.
“Am I completely ‘off base,’ or ‘spot on?’
Have I somehow crossed a line?”
That’s the trouble with following the truth one feels inside.
It remains unclear if who is read will not confide.
It’s funny how she had seen right through him down to the core of his essentiality, yet how differently he functioned externally.
It sucks to be injured.
(Play with words)
The only real advice after promises of love and twin flame reunions is that I need to do my shadow work and obtain a new balance.
I would like to embark, but at present prefer to stay local while healing.
I did not realize that survivalism could be so energetically depleting!
They are my true friends, giving their all with only honest hesitation – then full commitment as they adjust to changes of seasons.
Drawing that to myself which reinforces my core identity.
“Stocking my well” to replenish the font of my creativity.
Recharging strength to launch into further complexity.
It’s a challenge to drop pressure after hardships.
What they do not mention is the prior necessary contraction relative to being able to recognize and then participate in such ventures.
On the busy weeks, it has felt good to come away with enough money to feel like we will make it.
On the lighter weeks, there is insecurity paired with attempts at acceptance because I have needed the rest due to my injuries.
These ebbs and flows get a bit daunting when paired with past shut downs due to Covid and the ever unknown prospective yields in the future.
Shyness in self assertion compounds when dwelling in a zone of such experienced, yet random bounty to limited restrictions.
The bird leaves varigated with maroon underbellies have perked up in my bedroom, serveying all they see with pride.
Dew drops of water slow-dripping off its tips let me know it has more moisture than is needed.
Sweet kiss upon our brows:
Before, forgotten memory.
There was the Word of Mom:
She’d yell at mean neighbors,
Pounding the clay to garden.
Go home and garden.
I stopped by a store to return an item, and while waiting, I noticed someone had left this small package out of place on the line’s pole in deciding that they did not want it.
I had been desiring exactly this type of product, but had given up trying to look for it some time ago.
There it was before my very eyes, for my eyes, without my having to strain them or exert more effort!
Many times, I have had to move, and with each resettling there must be restructuring.
Putting time, focus, and energy into home and garden represents these reparations.
After three years of hardship’s trying, we took a wild gamble to build and cross over our own rainbow bridge to a new paradise.
When we arrived on the mountain, we had hoped for a new life we could expand into – not a sentence of conscription’s isolation.
You were eleven – the time of age’s shifting.
Many loved ones were lost in following years,
But you strove to lift the light of Hope’s reason.
How you have grown!
Into a man of actions
Where words merely
Pave way for proof.
I do not need quadrillion followers,
For you are already here with me
Filling the space around us,
Giving me good company.
Thank you for sharing
Your amazing light!
I am a frond
Bending in breeze
Antennae in bangs
Redefine how I’m seen:
A nymph or damselfly;
A dragon or Fae
I shift with the light
In every day.
A lifetime of discovering,
Ever-unfolding learning
Alone or accompanied:
Our birthright’s quest.
Thunderheads were forming on the distant horizon. Zoom…
Farmers plant this as a rotation crop after grass seed to keep weeds at bay and rest the land. It is apparently also used in cosmetics, etc.
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